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tattoos together | shse (teaser.)

"her?" beomseok, another artist at the studio, waddles over with his box of cling wrap still in hand. the tattooing practice sheets he'd been working on are visibly strewn across the table behind him, abandoned in the wake of sieun's arrival. "she just cleared out her things the other day and took off. didn't tell me or seokdae where she was going." 

feeling a sense of foreboding, he sends her a quick message.

[yse0515]: were u going to tell me u dont work at byeoksan anymore

[yii_art]: oh shit lmao i forgot

[yii_art]: i didnt quit im guesting rn 

[yii_art]: its ok tho i told suho to cover my regulars

suho? that's a name sieun hasn't heard before. it fills him with a bit of dread, actually. the idea of stepping outside of his comfort zone, having a new person get familiar with his body in the way it took him a year to establish with yeongyi makes his throat feel like it's filled with rocks. however, he's already here, and logically he knows there's nothing that can be done. and hell if sieun won't be getting something new right here and now after coming all this way. 

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my favourite “super mega best friends” duo

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after years i've finally opened an archive of our own !! i'll be posting all my fics there as well. byeolyeons is my only acct on both ao3 and tumblr, so if you see any unsolicited reposts they are not me.

love you all and happy reading ! <3

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the lovesick series | l.hc

pairing: lee haechan (nct) x gn! reader genre: domestic fluff, wc: ~2k summary: congrats! you and haechan have finally moved in together. unfortunately for him, he's got i-miss-you disease.

loving haechan is light. floorboards creaking in my home  deathly silence when alone  oh, i wish that you were here right now 

it had only been some hours since the early morning when you had left donghyuck's apartment, and yet when he pulls himself out of bed to brew a cup of coffee he finds the quiet thrum of traffic outside to be more unsettling than he expected. no sounds of that new anime you were keeping up with, no beeping of the kettle used to boil hot water for your tea, and no screaming at the game he had bought you just last week. 

he had finally given you a key and allowed you full access to his home, but the fuzzy feelings of sharing a living space for the first time were currently being overshadowed by your class and work schedules having you out most of the day. especially when his own schedule just wouldn't align, further complicating the matter. donghyuck moves to sit down on the couch, leaning forward to place his mug on the table in front of him. it's one you painted for him on an earlier date, covered in a soft yellow and adorned with a cute little bear. 

the wood of the floor groans under the weight of his left leg, the sound seeming louder than usual in the silence. he frowns. his place was by no means new, what with the student-on-a-budget deal, but it wasn't particularly worn down either. just another thing to add to the already long list of problems, donghyuck thinks. he'd definitely have to call it into the landlord later. 

pulling his phone from his pocket, donghyuck opts to scroll through his instagram feed. some stories in, one from you pops up. it's a video of him from last night, taken from behind on the very couch he's currently parked in. in it he can hear his own laughter, yelling at you due to the difficulty setting of the game being purposely cranked up so as to thwart him. there was an attempt, the caption reads, to which donghyuck chuckles. 

the coffee has long gone cold when he reaches for it again, the taste now unbearably bitter. donghyuck's expression furrows, and to some extent he can understand why you don't enjoy the pressed beans as much as he does. he sighs and his arm falls to his side. would anything not remind him of you right now? 

despite how much his heart yearns, begs him to dial the string of numbers now ingrained into the cells of his very fingertips, donghyuck is well aware that you probably wouldn't appreciate being called up in the middle of a lecture. so he resigns himself to tidying up around the room, taking care of the menial housekeeping tasks so you would at least have a clean space to return to. less mess, less stress. 

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donghyuck curses himself when he wakes up from his post-cleaning nap to a few texts and a missed call from his beloved. 

4:37pm:

yo

what do u want from this place for dinner 

5:15pm:

hurry renjuns treating 

5:19pm

u suck

he shoots a quick message back, adding in a selfie of him still tucked into his sheets for good measure. if there's one thing you can't resist, it's when he softens himself for you. 

5:21pm

sorry my beloved i was napping 

donghyuck sighs and tosses the phone aside, getting up to start setting the table for your meal tonight. as he lays out the utensils, he finally hears the sound he's been waiting for all day. the pinlocks in the front door click, signalling your presence. the plates clatter from the abruptness of the silverware being dropped unceremoniously on top, the person having held them just seconds prior forgetting all about them. 

"i'm h—" you aren't even able to eke out the entire sentence before a large fuzzy bundle comes up and entirely envelopes you. the food nearly becomes the second victim of donghyuck's sudden assault. "careful of the bag!!" the bundle finally relents, head poking out of the blankets and looking at you with sparkling puppy dog eyes. 

"i missed you." it's a simple statement, and based on how it lacks his usual shit-eating grin you can tell he must've had a relatively uneventful day. so much for being off, i guess. unsure of how to respond right away you set the plastic bag to the side, the spot you can just barely reach on account of his tight grip, and quietly squeeze him back. the scent of his, no, your detergent now, is gentle on your nose. he smells like indubitably like home. 

"i missed you too. let's enjoy that-" you gesture at the sad little bag on the floor. "before it gets cold, yeah?" you can feel donghyuck nodding at your words by the way the fabric shifts against the side of your head, and he shuffles you both the few steps from your position so he can pick it up. seeing what's inside, he very visibly lights up. 

"this is... lowkey perfect for what i had in mind. wait here!" donghyuck breaks free from your hold, taking the initiative to whisk the food away. the blanket that enveloped you two gets tossed to the floor in front of the couch. you hear the chaos of him wrestling the cardboard take out boxes open, ceramic plate clinking, then the unmistakable beeps of the microwave before his head pops out from the kitchenette. "okay, come on in!" 

when you shuffle into the connected dining space, the first thing you notice is the lit candles that have been meticulously arranged on the table. they vary greatly in size, forming trios that frame a spaghetti filled dish in the center. two placemats and full cutlery sets sit side by side each other, testament to donghyuck's clinginess that had only gotten worse with your moving in. said donghyuck speeds over to a chair before you can even touch it, pulling it out for you to sit down. 

"m'lady." he teases, bunny teeth poking out in a smile. 

you laugh, slapping his shoulder. "thanks, milord." it's only after readjusting yourself in your seat that you notice a distinct lack of actual plates in front of you. there are only forks and knives, and a glasses for whatever drink you'll end up choosing. "hyuck," you call. "where are the plates?" 

turning your head, donghyuck is nowhere to be seen until suddenly he's making his way toward you from the living room hallway, playfully eyeing you up. when he had the time to move between the kitchenette and there, you have no clue. the smart bulbs dim, turning a warm yellowey-orange courtesy of the remote you know he's hiding in his pocket. "oh my, it seems i’ve broken them all. that's the last one we have… looks like we'll just have to share from that bowl!" 

sometimes, this man is just unbelievable. not wanting to ruin the little setup he has going on, however, you decide to play along and put a pout on your face. "damn... and i had so much fun picking them out when we went to ikea too. they were my favorite." knowing you, donghyuck is also well aware you're messing with him. but something about your faux sadness coupled with the way you look at him tugs at his heartstrings just the right way, and he can't help but cave. 

he pouts back. "is it so wrong to want to share a big ass bowl of pasta with my love, lady and the tramp style? wouldn't it be romantic to share a kiss over a noodle?" at the mention of the iconic scene he sighs dramatically, leaning against the table right next to you and draping the back of his hand over his forehead. you take his other hand in your own and lightly rub it with your thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles and looking innocently up at him. 

"okay, okay, there's your kiss. can we eat now? i know you probably haven't had anything besides coffee, and i'm hungry too." your show of affection seems to have the intended effect, as donghyuck immediately shuts up and seats himself at your side, pulling the "big ass bowl" to an appropriate distance in front of you both. "jeno recommended this place, so renjun used a company card to cover everyone's orders." you explain.

on a bad day, donghyuck might’ve raised an inquiry about your coworkers. but this is no bad day, far from it, and he knows better than to doubt the relationships you have with his friends. 

after twirling some of the noodles onto the fork and putting a bite in your mouth, a hand flies up to your cheek. you emit a sigh, noises fully content from just how good the food is. at this point, the man next to you hasn't made any sort of effort to shovel the pasta down the hatch like he normally might have. he simply looks at you with an unreadable expression plastered across his face, elbow propped up on the table and head resting in his hand. "are you okay? here, have some." 

you take up another forkful and offer it to donghyuck's lips, but he doesn't accept it right away. "thank you for being here. with me." the change in his teasing attitude from earlier is unsettling, but not uncomfortable. 

"it's not like i have anywhere else to come home to, you know. i do live here too." you joke, but it isn't met with donghyuck's typical banter. turning to him, you awkwardly cough when you see him staring right into your very core. "hyuck, you're scaring—"

he cuts you off, blurting his next words out. "i mean it. thank you for everything." the hand that isn't keeping his chin up reaches up to gently brush the side of your face, holding it with a tenderness that makes you melt into his touch. his thumb rubs at your cheek. "for bringing me food all the time. for moving in with me. for making my life so much better. everything just feels right having you here." you return the loving smile he aims at you, like a weapon of mass destruction. he could so easily destroy you with it. 

"there's no one else i'd rather share that kind of life of with." 

bonus:

it seems like donghyuck's returned to his normal self following your heartfelt exchange, and the heavy atmosphere has all but lifted. 

"say ahh!" your silly hyuck carefully feeds you some of the spaghetti, one of the noodles slipping off the fork. while you try to reel the rogue in, he uses his thumb to wipe away the excess sauce that finds its way onto the corners of your mouth. you're still unsuccessful in nabbing the whole thing when he takes a bite himself. though you don't immediately pick up on it, donghyuck ends up facing the same problem as you. 

more silence pervades the room as you two go to work on the pasta, and after about half a minute you want to punch the man in front of you in the throat because there's no way in hell he didn't do this shit on purpose. a single strand of spaghetti currently connects your lips, just as donghyuck had insinuated minutes prior. he makes a muffled noise of disbelief, as if he's appalled you're blaming him, but he doesn't let go of the noodle.  

rather, he quickly chews it up, closing the distance between you and him and giving you a small peck. his attention then shifts back to the food as if nothing had happened. you can feel yourself heating up out of embarrassment, cheeks glowing.

"HYUCK!"

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l.hc | the lovesick series (teaser)

pulling his phone from his pocket, donghyuck opts to scroll through his instagram feed. some stories in, one from you pops up. it's a video of him from last night, taken from behind on the very couch he's currently parked in. in it he can hear his own laughter, yelling at you due to the difficulty setting of the game being purposely cranked up so as to thwart him. there was an attempt, the caption reads, to which donghyuck chuckles. 

the coffee has long gone cold when he reaches for it again, the taste now unbearably bitter. donghyuck's expression furrows, and to some extent he can understand why you don't enjoy the pressed beans as much as he does. he sighs and his arm falls to his side. would anything not remind him of you right now? 

despite how much his heart yearns, begs him to dial the string of numbers now ingrained into the cells of his very fingertips, donghyuck is well aware that you probably wouldn't appreciate being called up in the middle of a lecture. so he resigns himself to tidying up around the room, taking care of the menial housekeeping tasks so you would at least have a clean space to return to. less mess, less stress. 

FIRST DREAMIES POST LETS GOOOO !!! this was originally part of a valentines day-laufey lovesick inspired miniseries that i wanna get back into :>

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You’re a total psycho, you know that? Look who’s talking.

Park Jihoon as Yeon Sieun & Choi Hyunwook as An Suho WEAK HERO CLASS 1 (2022)

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"hands make the food better"

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ahn suho/yeon sieun — lockscreen

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in my own personal opinion i think the reason people are so attached to Sieun and Suho’s relationship (me included) is the fact that they’re both willing to cross the line for the other. like there’s not a line in the world i think they wouldn’t cross. and there’s a sort of safety and stability in that. like if no one else then this person is going to bring down heaven and raise hell for me. and not just in defending or protecting- but in pushing forward no matter how the situation is to let you know they’re not going anywhere. Suho watched Sieun and something in his soul resonated with him. Sieun slowly but surely got to know Suho in everything that encompassed him and Sieuns soul likewise found its yang. they ARE each other’s other half- and i think that’s what kinda pulls you in and keeps you.

imagine being in the world and having this one person who accepts all of you as you are-especially if your a little ‘abnormal’. Someone who pulls you out of you shell but also respects and loves how YOU are as an individual. Someone who’s willing to stare down the devil and just smile because there’s only one way this is ending and that’s with their person safely on the other side. Even in that short time they both TRULY saw the other in their most simplistic form and CHOSE one another. and something about that just makes me feel a good kinda way.

(mind you there’s so much more i could speak on this and i probably didn’t word it as best as i could have but there’s just so much about their relationship that i find a comfortable safety in)

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so basically

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May Suho and Sieun sleep peacefully from now on

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Netflix Korea update (X)

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A lot of people seem to think Sieun's and Suho's relationship is just sweet and lovey dovey and nice, and completely miss the darker, violent side of their connection. For hurting Sieun, Suho breaks Yeongbin's hand like nothing and sits there completely unbothered while that boy cries in pain at his feet. For hurting Suho, Sieun smashes Wooyoung's ankle with a dumbbell and leaves him screaming on the floor, utterly uncaring. Both are capable of great violence and are deeply obsessed with each other to the point of unleashing it on others with no fucks given.

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dark side of your room. | ahnyeonz

pairing: yeon sieun x ahn suho (weak hero) genre: light angst, hurt-comfort wc: ~1.3k summary: for once, suho gets to enjoy being cared for. more gay realizations ensue.

a/n: sorry this one took so long to get out !! i was struggling for a bit with how to progress narratively, hopefully it's still enjoyable though hehe. i do have more prompts lined up for these guys but if i took blurb requests, would that be something ppl are interested in ?? TW FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE.

the sounds of screaming and glass bottles shattering are among the first things that suho remembers hearing. huddled away in a makeshift hiding spot within the closet, he pulls his knees as close to his chest as he possibly can.

his parents arguing is nothing new, constant background noise just like the cicadas that buzz in the summertime. that doesn't mean it ever gets easier to be around. 

the door to the room slams open, hinges rattling. there's a moment of silence, then, a strong yank forces suho out from between the clothes. everything is a blur, and though he fights back with all the power his childhood form can muster it's not enough. 

the sharp sting of glass shards pierces his feet with every kick. suho feels the familiarly warm and slight stickiness of blood; the realization of it not being his filling him with dread. 

in the living room, the yelling gets louder. distorted faces approach him, several sets of hands grabbing at every part of his body and garbled voices overwhelming his ears. a chill shoots through his body, hands continuing to slide up over his eyes, his ears, his mouth—

suho awakes with a start. the feeling of being back in his own body takes some time to get used to, as if he never really stopped being that defenseless scrawny kid from long ago. feeling sieun shift next to him in bed, he cranes his neck to look over and is met with a familiar shine. despite the darkness, he can make out the way the moonlight is reflected in his eyes. 

"are you okay?" his best friend tentatively grabs at his longsleeve, and the brush of sieun's warm hand against his icy one is enough to have suho unintentionally jerking away. sieun doesn't miss how he appears to shrink, making himself as small as he can regardless of his tall frame. "did you see them again?" 

unable to respond, he just nods. suho doesn't expect the soft touch that comes next against his cheek, and though he flinches again he forces himself to hold still. he knows sieun better than anyone, and he knows his friend would never do anything to hurt him. so suho allows for it to happen, even if every sense in his body is screaming at him to run.

"it was worse this time. i don't know why it was worse but it felt like i was back. sieun, i felt the glass." the fear tumbles out of his mouth in droves, unstoppable. 

sieun exhales, pulling back. he's never been one to console others, concern getting hidden behind jaded words and blank stares. this is different. he needs to do something. looking at the way suho trembles before him, eyes screwed shut, this is uncharted territory for the both of them. 

“breathe.” he says quietly as he sits up, allowing his friend ample space to find himself with. “it’s okay. you’re at my place right now. they can’t touch you here.” 

it takes half an hour for suho to calm down just enough to stop flinching at sieun’s every move. during this time sieun doesn’t dare to breach the safety of his friend’s protective bubble, yet somewhere along the way it’s suho who finds himself slowly interlacing their fingers. 

the movement is shy at first, as if asking for permission. suho knows he can’t easily play this off with one of his usual snarky quips, but the feeling of being exposed in this way isn’t one that sits well with him. he’s supposed to be the one safeguarding his partner, not the other way around. he’s supposed to be the infallible rock that sieun can look to for support. 

if a rock cracks, what use is it to a steady foundation? 

his thoughts are interrupted by a ridiculously firm squeeze; looking down suho sees sieun's knuckles turning white from the pressure. it's grounding, sobering even, to see that his quiet bid for help is being returned so openly. and though no words are exchanged, the feeling of relief finally settles into the fibers of suho's very being. 

the silence between them is far from awkward. as sieun stands up to get water from the fridge, suho follows suit, keeping their hands locked together and shuffling behind him like a lost child. he doesn't let go as sieun grabs the pitcher and pours a glass. he doesn't let go when sieun lifts it to his lips to take a sip. he doesn't even let go as his friend rinses the cup out in the sink and places it in the rack to dry.

it's as if his friend's presence ends up acting as a medicinal balm, carefully soothing the wounds it had no hand in creating. suho's thankful sieun hasn't said anything about metaphorically losing his left arm, or maybe he never really cared that much about it in the first place. either way, he's not bringing it up himself anytime soon. 

"hydrating yourself means your eyes won't be killing you in ethics tomorrow morning." 

the statement has that factually blunt charm that suho's come to recognize as an indelible part of sieun's personality. hiding somewhere underneath that nonchalant facade, however, is the subtlest hint of genuine worry. call him deluded, but suho is thoroughly convinced he's the only one capable of seeing it. 

"ah. okay." 

for once, it's nice to be the one being coddled. it isn't often that suho gets the chance to let his brain fully turn off and melt into a pliable mush, but he understands now more than ever the safe, healing space having a "guardian angel" can provide. everything be damned, suho definitely wouldn't mind experiencing another night terror if it means getting the closest thing to princess treatment yeon sieun can give. 

the two eventually find their way back to the comfort of the bed, suho this time fiddling with the lower hem of his friend's shirt. to sieun, this is a good sign; suho's temporary regression seems to have stalled enough for him to detach just a bit. 

“try to get some rest. i have some things i need to check first.” even sieun can tell his excuse is feeble, but his words appear fall on deaf ears. suho doesn’t reply. 

the latter hears the sheets ruffle and, feigning sleep so as not to further worry his friend, rolls around a bit in a faux attempt to get comfortable. he’s unpleasantly surprised to feel something warm and soft, and it’s then suho realizes he’s ventured into no man’s land: on sieun’s lap. 

the bastard had never actually gotten out of bed, and so suho’s own plot had foiled him. 

just as he’s about to bolt for the hills and live the rest of his days as a hermit, he feels it. calloused hands gently lift his head and place it in a more secure position. sieun’s thighs feel like the best cloud pillow heaven could ever offer. suho wants to die. 

despite his eyes being closed, suho swears he can feel sieun's fingers also moving to toy with the edges of his overgrown bangs. he stiffens, soaking in the sensation for all its worth. any hasty movement, after all, and he might just scare him off. 

the edge keeps him up as he tries to enjoy the affection while it lasts, but at a certain point, a voice enters his ears. 

“i wish you’d rely on me like this a little more.” suho only catches bits and pieces of the words being spoken, the low notes of sieun’s voice lulling him back down into the deep. they placate him like a siren’s song, making him feel weightless and chasing off all the demons he’d been running from. 

needless to say, suho sleeps soundly that night.

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dark side of your room. (teaser)

tw; references of abuse

the sounds of screaming and glass bottles shattering are among the first things that suho remembers hearing. huddled away in a makeshift hiding spot within the closet, he pulls his knees as close to his chest as he possibly can.

his parents arguing is nothing new, constant background noise just like the cicadas that buzz in the summertime. that doesn't mean it ever gets easier.

suho awakes with a start. the feeling of being back in his own body takes some time to get used to, as if he never really stopped being that scrawny kid from long ago. feeling sieun shift next to him in bed, he cranes his neck to look over and is met with a familiar shine. despite in the darkness, he can make out the way the moonlight is reflected in his eyes.

"are you okay?" his best friend tentatively grabs at his longsleeve, and the brush of sieun's warm hand against his icy one is enough to have suho unintentionally jerking away. sieun doesn't miss how he appears to shrink, making himself as small as he can regardless of his tall frame.

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i’m still writing this one and its turning out more angsty than i expected … erm…. sorry yall 😭

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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.