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[almostwisegalaxy]

Love is so scary. What if he she

Yeon Sieun x Ballerina reader x Ahn Su-ho

The reader has a shy character in this story

Music to listen to for the atmosphere: Golden Brown the stranglers

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Wednesday. 5:04 PM.

The gymnasium smelled of waxed wood, sweat, and muffled music. In the mirror at the far end, reflections overlapped: the rapid movement of a fist against a punching bag, the straight back of a boy sitting on the bleachers, and, further away, the silhouette of a young girl dancing silently.

She always arrived at the same time. Right after her classes at the downtown classical dance academy. She would drop her things in a corner, isolate herself, plug in her headphones – old, black models, worn at the edges – and begin to dance. Not to rehearse a passage, nor to impress. Just for herself. For the silence she found in movement. To breathe.

Y/N.

Si-eun had known her name for three weeks. He had heard it by chance one day when her teacher had called her on her phone, which had been left on the bench. That day, he had written her name in the margin of his notebook. Like an important fact to remember, like a mathematical data point that should not be forgotten. "Y/N. 5:04 PM. Wednesday."

Since then, he had observed her. Discreetly, without ever disturbing her. He noted the movements she repeated, the music he managed to guess through her headphones, the rhythm of her breathing during the grand jetés. It wasn't a morbid obsession, no. It was a form of study. Si-eun didn't yet understand why he felt this calm watching her dance. So he did what he knew how to do: he analyzed.

Su-ho, on the other hand, was less subtle.

He would sometimes stop between rounds to admire her in the mirror. He said nothing, but his gaze would soften, almost fragile, a rare thing for him. He would pretend to stretch when she passed nearby. And when she briefly looked up to glance around, he would immediately look away with the agility of an actor.

They had never exchanged a word. Not a hello. Not a smile. Nothing. And yet, every Wednesday, tension slowly wove itself into the margins of their days.

Y/N had seen them. Of course, she had seen them.

Si-eun always sitting in the same place, his eyes fixed on his papers – or rather, on her. And Su-ho, who would smile for no reason when Si-eun cast a quick glance at him between two equations. She didn't listen to them, she didn't really dare to. But sometimes, they would touch. Simple gestures – a hand on the shoulder, a brush of fingers while passing a water bottle – but for them, it was almost intimate.

What had struck her wasn't the gesture, it was the permission. Si-eun, the boy with the closed-off air, didn't let anyone approach him. Yet, he never recoiled from Su-ho. And when their eyes met, it was as if the rest of the world faded away.

She found them beautiful. Together. She admired them.

And yet, that Wednesday, everything slightly changed.

5:22 PM.

The wooden platform where she danced had just been waxed by the center's employees. A detail that Y/N hadn't noticed. She wanted to test a sequence: arabesque, pirouette, saut de chat. But as soon as her foot left the ground, she felt the slip. A fraction of a second too long, and her center of gravity betrayed her. She let out a small cry, muffled by her music. No one would have heard her. No one except him.

Su-ho had jumped up without thinking.

For a moment, Y/N saw the ceiling spin, then two strong arms caught her before impact. He had slipped a little too, but he had held on, absorbing the fall, holding her with unexpected gentleness.

She was in his arms. Just for a second.

"You almost broke something," he murmured, almost in a whisper.

She looked at him. Up close, he had soft eyes. A little worried. And he smelled... of sweat, cheap shampoo, and something reassuring.

"Thank you..." she breathed.

He smiled. Not his usual arrogant smile, but a sincere, almost tender one. He helped her up gently.

On the other side of the gymnasium, Si-eun watched them. He had stood up without even realizing it. His notebook had fallen at his feet. He didn't know exactly what he was feeling – relief? Worry? A shiver ran between his shoulder blades, a sort of vertigo.

But it wasn't jealousy. It wasn't anger. It was... something else. A dull vibration. A new feeling.

When Y/N turned briefly towards him, their eyes met. She tilted her head gently, a hint of a greeting, shy but sincere.

He responded with a slight nod, but his eyes remained fixed on her longer than intended.

6:02 PM.

Y/N had sat down again, legs folded against her chest, her headphones still on, but without music this time. She occasionally glanced at the two boys.

They were laughing now, one tapping the other on the shoulder. A natural, fluid complicity. Y/N smiled to herself.

She thought that whether they were together or not, there was something rare between them. A silent loyalty, a light in their gestures. She blushed slightly as she watched them.

Maybe one day, she would dare to really talk to them.

Or maybe they would come to her.

---

An April evening. The air smelled of a light chill and cherry trees that were taking their time.

Y/N had found this corner of the park by chance a month earlier. It was isolated, set back from the too-bright lampposts and children's shouts. Here, the light was yellow, warm, flickering like a nightlight. An old bench creaked beside a patch of cracked asphalt – not the ideal place to dance, but she loved it for its solitude.

That evening, she wasn't alone.

Su-ho had insisted on accompanying her. He hadn't really asked permission; he had said, smiling, "You know, it would be much less dangerous if you had an audience."

And against all odds, Si-eun had followed. Without a word, as always, but his hands in his pockets and his eyes curious.

Y/N wore an oversized sweater, her headphones around her neck, and a slight smile she tried to hide. Su-ho wore his laughter. Si-eun, his silence. The three of them formed a strange tableau, like a poem in three different languages.

She began to dance. Not a strict choreography, but free gestures, guided by the music escaping from her phone placed beside her. The lamppost light drew soft shadows around her. Sometimes her feet would slip a little on the asphalt, but she compensated with the grace of her arms, the undulation of her neck, that natural fluidity she never showed at school.

Su-ho clapped his hands.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, exaggeratedly. "Did you see that, Si-eun? She's floating, seriously. She looks like a spirit!"

She laughed. A real laugh, not discreet. That laugh made Su-ho's eyes widen. He started to imitate her, clumsy, hopping in place, twirling with his arms raised in a chaotic version of her movements.

"Look, I'm doing the same! Bring on your critiques, I'm ready for the Seoul Opera."

Y/N doubled over with laughter, holding her stomach, and Su-ho voluntarily fell to his knees in an absurd bow. She applauded him, her eyes shining.

Si-eun, for his part, didn't speak. He was filming. From the bench, he had taken out his phone without even thinking. He captured the images: Y/N dancing, Y/N laughing, Su-ho twirling and falling, and that warm light on their faces. A rare smile – thin, almost shy – slowly spread across his lips.

He hadn't seen this moment coming. He had come out of curiosity. But at this precise instant, something shifted within him. Like a cloud sliding past a star and revealing it even brighter.

Su-ho stood up, breathing a little heavily, his hands on his hips. Y/N sat down on the bench, between the two of them.

"Are you always like this together?" she asked softly.

Su-ho shrugged, teasingly, "Like what? Talented?"

"Like... close."

The word hung in the air for a moment.

Si-eun turned his head towards her. Su-ho raised an eyebrow, surprised. She lowered her eyes, almost regretting her words.

"You're beautiful, together. I mean... You understand each other without speaking. It's rare."

Su-ho remained silent. Si-eun, for his part, observed Y/N for a long time. He had never thought of their bond in those terms. But he knew it was true. They understood each other. And now, she too seemed to be gently entering this fragile equation.

Later that night, each went home.

***

Y/N, in silence, lay down on her bed. Her hands resting on her stomach. Her heart was beating too fast.

She had wanted to kiss them. Both of them. Tonight, she had felt the urge more strongly than ever. When Su-ho had watched her dance as if she were a miracle. When Si-eun had looked up from his phone and she had seen his smile. A real smile. The thought had flashed through her mind: to place her lips on Su-ho's, then turn her face and do the same with Si-eun.

But she hadn't done it. Because she didn't want to spoil the sweetness. Because she didn't know if what she felt had the right to exist. And a wave of guilt had enveloped her, as beautiful as it was painful.

***

At Su-ho's house, the emotion had hit him like a hook to the heart.

He couldn't stop replaying her laughter. That sound, light and raw, had imprinted itself on him like a song he didn't want to forget. He didn't understand exactly what he was feeling, but it burned. Sweet, pure. He wanted to see her again. Not in a setting, not in a gym, but there, under the stars. Just to make her laugh again. He would have danced a thousand times like an idiot if it could offer him that.

He turned over in his bed, arms behind his head, a silly smile plastered on his face. He didn't need to understand. He just knew he was falling in love.

***

At Si-eun's house, everything was silent.

He was sitting at his desk. His notebook open. His phone placed beside it.

He launched the video.

Y/N was dancing. Su-ho was laughing. And he... was smiling.

He watched again. And again.

Something tightened in his chest. An emotion he knew poorly, but could no longer deny. It was Y/N. What she exuded. That mix of strength and modesty. That soft light, not overwhelming, but persistent. He understood that night that he was falling in love. Slowly, gently. Like falling into a dream he had never dared to imagine.

And it was beautiful. Not painful. Just pure.

He didn't know what it meant for them. For Su-ho, for him. There was no jealousy. Just a strange certainty: he wanted her to be there. To stay in their world. She had found her place, somewhere between their silences, their gestures, their gazes.

Three hearts, suspended in a silent equilibrium.

A girl who danced.

A boy who laughed

Another who wrote.

And love, timid, silent, luminous like a lamppost in a forgotten park.

---

There was something strange since the night in the park. Since the laughter under the lampposts, the dance steps, the stolen smiles in the silence. An invisible thread had stretched between them, not taut with anger, no. Rather with questions.

Su-ho had been the first to say it out loud. They were alone on the high school roof, where they liked to hide from the noise. The wind played in Su-ho's hair, and Si-eun was reading, sitting against the wall. Su-ho stretched and then said, without malice:

"Hey, Si-eun... You like her, huh?"

Silence. Si-eun slowly raised his eyes.

"Y/N."

He didn't need to specify.

Si-eun looked down at his pages, but his fingers had frozen.

"I..."

"It's not an accusation," Su-ho added with a smile. "Because me too."

This time, Si-eun raised his head. Not with anger. But with a dizziness. The world was too vast for their emotions, so recent, so fragile.

"It's... weird," he murmured. "I'm scared."

Su-ho blinked.

"Of what?"

"Of liking her. Of losing her. Of destroying what we have. You and me."

Su-ho burst out laughing, but without mockery.

"Love is so scary. What if she..."

He waved his hands in the air, mimicking an imaginary catastrophe. But in his eyes, there was a poignant tenderness.

"Si-eun... even if we're both in love with her, there's no war between us. There's just us. And her."

There was silence. Then a smile. Small, but real. They didn't yet know how to exist with that truth, but they knew it wasn't going to break them.

...

Y/N, on her side, suffered in silence.

She thought about them every night. About the looks, the gestures, that invisible thread. And she also thought about what she couldn't have. She still believed they were together. And she cursed herself for loving both of them. For wanting their arms, their voices, even their silences.

But she didn't want to be a threat. Not to be the grain of sand in their perfect mechanism. So she stayed. She stayed near them, always shy, but smiling. Her smile was an armor. And a call.

...

That day, she appeared at the high school exit.

Si-eun and Su-ho were leaving together, bags on their backs, looking peaceful. And there, on the sidewalk, she was waiting for them. Standing in her dance academy uniform, her arms loaded with a cardboard box.

"Love is so scary," Su-ho murmured with a mocking smile. "What if she comes to pick you up all excited after school?"

Si-eun gently nudged him on the shoulder, but his gaze didn't leave Y/N.

She was smiling. For nothing. For everything.

"Hi!" she said. "I... I'm selling cakes for my school. For the trip to Busan."

Su-ho scratched the back of his neck.

"Ah. Uh. I'll take... two, then."

He paid, out of politeness, and bit into one immediately. He grimaced.

"It's... different."

Si-eun, silent, took a small shortbread. The taste hit him suddenly: sweet, simple, a little lemony. He took a second one. Then a third.

Y/N lowered her eyes, a little flushed.

"I like to cook. Especially when... I'm thinking of people I like."

They nodded. Nothing more. But the bond tightened.

...

The day after, Y/N came back. She was holding a small kraft paper bag, tied with string.

She ran into Su-ho in the hallway of the sports center.

"Hi. This is for... you. Well. For your boyfriend."

"My... huh?"

"Si-eun. I mean, I think it's adorable. And I wanted to do something for you."

Su-ho stared at her, blinked.

Then burst out laughing. Loudly. So much so that two high school students turned around.

"Wait, wait. You think Si-eun and I are together?"

She blushed, looking flustered.

"Sorry! I... I thought. I mean, the way you look at each other. I was wrong. That's stupid."

He grabbed her hand.

"Come on."

"Where?"

"We're going to clear up a misunderstanding."

...

They arrived in the courtyard. Si-eun was reading, of course. When he saw Su-ho arrive, dragging Y/N by the hand, he closed his book.

"We have a problem," Su-ho said, still laughing. "Our Lover thinks we're a couple."

Si-eun blinked slowly.

Y/N stammered:

"I-I'm so sorry! I just got the impression, the way you look at each other... I was mistaken. It's silly."

Silence. Then Si-eun spoke, for once without hesitation.

"You weren't mistaken. There's a lot of love between us. Just... not the kind you think."

Su-ho added:

"But there's also a lot of love for you. And that's more confusing."

Y/N froze. The bag fell to the ground.

"I..."

"Me too," Si-eun said. "I love you. For a while now. It's scary. But I love you."

Su-ho, arms crossed, nodded.

"Same. I love you. Seriously. And even if it's weird, even if it complicates everything..."

They were looking at her. Both of them. Their eyes full of fire, fear, beauty.

She took a step back.

"But you... both of you..."

"We don't want to make you choose," Su-ho said.

"We don't want to fight," Si-eun completed.

She looked at them for a long time. Then she took a step towards them.

She hugged them. Both of them. An arm around each.

And said, in a breath:

"Me too."

Three heartbeats. Three silences.

And the beginning of a story outside the classic lines. A story where love destroys nothing. Where it simply adds.

Where they learn, together, to love with multiple voices.

---

Their world had shifted silently, like a breeze changing direction. Since that day in the courtyard, they were no longer just three searching for each other, brushing against each other, holding back. They had found each other. Without awkwardness, without grand speeches. Just simple words. And the naked truth: they loved each other.

First Moment: The Rooftop

They often returned to the high school rooftop. It was their refuge. Y/N would sit between the two of them, legs crossed. Su-ho would massage her shoulders when she said she had danced too much. Si-eun would offer her pieces of dark chocolate that he always kept in his pocket. She would grimace each time because it was bitter, but she accepted anyway.

One day, she fell asleep against Su-ho's shoulder, and her hand brushed against Si-eun's. He didn't dare to pull it away. He left it there, just underneath. He watched her sleep for a long time. Su-ho too. They said nothing to each other. But they both knew they were exactly where they wanted to be.

Second Moment: The Storm

One evening, a storm surprised them as they were leaving the sports center. They ran in the rain, laughing like children. Y/N slipped in her ballet flats, and Su-ho hoisted her onto his back without thinking. She shouted, laughed, and hit his shoulder to make him put her down. He refused.

They took refuge in a deserted bus stop. Y/N was shivering. Si-eun took a sweatshirt out of his bag and put it over her shoulders. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the faint scent of the fabric.

Then, without any of them knowing who had started it, there was a kiss. Light. On her forehead. From Su-ho to her. Then another. On her cheek. From Si-eun. She opened her eyes again, her cheeks pink, and said simply:

"I love the rain."

And they all three laughed.

Third Moment: Small Attentions

Y/N, although shy, loved taking care of them. She prepared bentos that were too pretty, too well-organized, with clumsy handwritten notes.

"Don't forget to drink water. You sweat a lot! (It's cute though.)" was stuck on Su-ho's.

"I put tuna even though I know you don't like it much. But I do. (Sorry.)" on Si-eun's.

They kept all these little papers. Su-ho stuck them in his training notebook. Si-eun slipped them between the pages of his books.

And they returned the favor. One day, she found a pressed rose between two pages of her dance notebook. And a word, scribbled in stiff handwriting:

"You bring beauty to places where I only saw emptiness."

She melted. And sulked the next day because neither of them confessed who had written it.

Fourth Moment: Funny Arguments

Y/N had a strong personality. She would laugh at nothing but sulk at even less. When she dropped a glass and Su-ho said, "Do you have two left hands or what?", she would cross her arms and turn her head.

"It's not me. It's karma."

And Si-eun would raise an eyebrow. She would point at him.

"And you, stop judging me in silence."

He would say nothing but hand her a towel. She would grumble, then eventually smile. And everything would go back to normal.

Fifth Moment: The Day She Kissed Them

They were alone in the dance studio of her academy one Saturday evening. She had the key. She wanted to show them a step she couldn't master.

They had watched her, focused, sweaty, luminous. She fell, again. Then, on the floor, she looked at them, one knee bent, her cheeks pink:

"Can you love me even if I'm not perfect?"

Su-ho knelt down first.

"I love you because you fall. And because you get back up."

Then Si-eun, simply:

"You are perfect for me."

She kissed them. Lightly. One after the other. Without fear. Their hands on her cheeks, her fingers in their hair.

A kiss that asked for nothing. That gave everything.

Sixth Moment: The Festival

At the spring festival, they got lost in the crowd. They eventually found each other near a lantern stand.

They bought one.

Each wrote a word on it:

"Protection." – Su-ho.

"Peace." – Si-eun.

"Us." – Y/N.

And they let it fly away, their hands joined, their eyes raised.

The boys changed.

Su-ho became more tender. Less defensive, more attentive. He was no longer just the protector. He was the man who loved without hesitation, without limit.

Si-eun, for his part, opened up. Slowly. Like a book that had been closed for a long time. He said "I love," "I'm scared," "thank you" more often. And he looked at Y/N as one looks at a miracle they hadn't asked for but thank every day for existing.

And Y/N... Y/N was growing. She laughed. She asserted herself. She danced for them. She loved them with a gentle but deep strength. Without possessiveness. Without fear.

They were three. Not a triangle. But a circle. Closed. Complete.

And under the soft light of their shared days, love also danced.

---

That day, the air was thick, almost heavy with heat, but the silence that reigned around Y/N, Si-eun, and Su-ho seemed to freeze time. The afternoon had begun ordinarily, but very quickly, everything changed. Five boys appeared in their field of vision, and the atmosphere became charged with a palpable tension. Si-eun and Su-ho had already made a name for themselves in the high school, and not for the right reasons. There were people who envied them, and these five were part of that group. But today, it was mainly Si-eun they were after. Why him in particular? Perhaps because of the reputation he carried or the past stories that lingered in the hallways.

As soon as the boys approached, one of them, with a menacing look, sneered:

"You really think you can get away with that, Si-eun? Aren't you ashamed to hide in your friend's shadow? You're just a coward."

There was no immediate response from Si-eun. He didn't want to fall into the trap of confrontation, but the escalation was inevitable. Insults began to rain down, and before they could understand what was happening, a fight broke out.

The boys threw themselves at Si-eun and Su-ho without the slightest hesitation. Su-ho, always so impulsive, plunged into the fray, landing a punch on one of the guys with surprising force. Si-eun, for his part, fought with measured precision, each movement calculated, but his body tense, like a spring ready to break.

Y/N, seeing the escalation of violence, tried to move away so as not to get involved. But she was grabbed by one of the boys, who brutally pulled her into the fight. She struggled, trying to push the assailant away, but in an awkward movement, she lost her balance. The sound of her ankle cracking echoed in her ears. She fell to the ground, tears in her eyes, curling up on herself.

"Y/N!" Su-ho yelled, his heart pounding as he caught sight of her, blocked by two other boys.

Si-eun also reacted quickly, but he couldn't afford to completely turn away from the fight. His gaze darkened when he saw Y/N on the ground, a dull ache settling in his stomach. It was because of them that she was hurt. They hadn't been able to prevent it. Their fight had gotten out of hand.

The boys eventually retreated, not without difficulty. Each of them was injured, but victory was theirs. But as the last gasps of their opponents faded into the wind, a heavy silence fell upon them. Y/N, trembling, held her ankle, trying to get up. Su-ho and Si-eun rushed towards her, their concern clearly visible. But the looks between the two boys were different now. There was a new distance.

A few days passed, and while the three friends usually met at school, a strange void had settled in. Si-eun no longer came to their usual spots. He would slip away, without explanation, without a word. The silence between them had become heavier, more oppressive.

Su-ho was the first to notice. He hadn't seen Si-eun for a week, and it was eating away at him. Every minute without news from him was like a stab in his heart. Why this silence? Why this distance? He felt like something between them, something he couldn't identify, was slowly breaking.

One afternoon, after days of silent frustration, Su-ho couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his phone and sent a message to Si-eun, but the reply was slow in coming. When he finally got a response, it was just a short "I'm fine, don't worry." But the words had no warmth, none of those comforting gestures that Su-ho knew so well from him.

One afternoon, they finally crossed paths on the street. Si-eun approached, his hands in his pockets, his gaze evasive. Su-ho didn't need more to understand that something was wrong. It was as if Si-eun was carrying a heavy burden, a guilt he couldn't share.

"Si-eun... you've been ignoring me for a week," Su-ho said in a tone harsher than he intended. "What's going on? You haven't even bothered to come talk to me. We're supposed to be... we're supposed to be friends."

Si-eun stopped, taken aback. He lowered his eyes, as if every word he had to say was too difficult to pronounce. Then, he sighed, almost imperceptibly, as if he was exhausted by the tension that gripped him.

"I feel guilty, Su-ho," he finally murmured, his voice flat. "It's my fault. Y/N got hurt because of us. We should have avoided all this. But I... I felt... vulnerable. And I put you in that situation. You fought for me. It's because of me. And I don't know how to handle it."

Su-ho, struck by Si-eun's sincerity, remained silent for a moment. But his frustration quickly turned into a pain he hadn't been able to express until now.

"It's not your fault, Si-eun. Do you really think we were going to let you down?! What do you think we are, huh? If you think we're going to walk away because you're in a tough spot, then you don't know me."

He stepped closer to him, his gaze suddenly piercing. The words that followed were simple but hard to hear.

"Did you really think I could abandon you, Si-eun? I feel like I'm losing everything. You're my friend, my brother. And when you pull away like this, when you do this, I feel... lost. It's like I've lost you, and Y/N too, and it's destroying me, you know?"

Si-eun's gaze darkened. He knew Su-ho was right, but a part of him couldn't break free from the guilt that gnawed at him. He wanted to protect the others, to love them, but he felt like he was messing everything up every time.

Y/N, for her part, was at the heart of this torment.

She had followed the whole story without daring to interfere in their tension. She had gradually distanced herself, thinking that she was causing this suffering, thinking that it was because of her that things were becoming so complicated. If Si-eun was withdrawing like this, it was her fault. If Su-ho was so lost, it was because of her. She had done nothing to deserve their pain, but that didn't change anything. She moved away, thinking their lives would be simpler without her.

The days passed in unbearable tension.

Su-ho, prey to his own anger and confusion, and Si-eun, who was fighting his own demons. They kept their distance, like two lost souls in a sea of unspoken words.

And that day, everything exploded.

The argument erupted abruptly, without warning. It wasn't about Y/N, but about the insecurities that gnawed at each of them. What they thought was a simple misunderstanding turned into a painful confrontation.

"Why are you acting like this, Si-eun?! Do you want us to drift apart? Do you want us to get lost?! Why are you like this?"

Su-ho's words hit Si-eun like a slap. He recoiled, as if the shock paralyzed him, his gaze darkening further.

"It's not for you to understand, Su-ho. I've always felt like a burden to you. I don't have the right to... I don't have the right to do this to you. You deserve better. She deserves better."

The words broke in the air, heavy with regret and suffering. Each of them was too fragile to handle love, friendship, and guilt. But there was no turning back.

---

The days that followed the altercation were both long and silent. Yet, something, somewhere, had begun to change.

It was Su-ho first. He had never been one to stand back, and even less to let tensions settle. But this time, he was taking his time. Because he could see that Si-eun wasn't just being evasive. He was hurt. Broken, inside.

And it was in this silence that one gesture made everything shift.

That evening, on the rooftop of the building where they usually met, Si-eun was sitting cross-legged, looking at the city lights, lost in his thoughts. Su-ho joined him without a word, sitting down beside him.

A long moment passed.

Then Si-eun, in a flat voice, murmured:

"I thought you wouldn't come back here."

Su-ho shrugged:

"I didn't feel like waiting any longer. I'm not good with silence."

A small laugh, barely audible, escaped Si-eun's lips. And in an almost clumsy gesture, he gently rested his head on Su-ho's shoulder. A soft silence enveloped them, comfortable this time.

Su-ho didn't move. He didn't say anything either. But his arm wrapped around Si-eun's shoulders, slowly. He held him close. It was a new gesture. Not just from a friend. Not only that.

They didn't talk about love. Not yet. But the bond was there, palpable, warm, and reassuring.

One day, Su-ho said, his voice soft:

"You know, you have the right to need others. I need you. It's not a weakness. It's just... human."

Si-eun looked at him, and for the first time, he didn't try to run away. He nodded silently.

But there was still an open wound. Y/N. And Su-ho wasn't one to leave things hanging for too long.

"You have to talk to her," he said one morning. "You can't keep hiding."

"I can't..."

"Yes, you can. And I'll come with you."

So they went to the conservatory where Y/N took her ballet classes. The atmosphere was calm, hushed. In a large room with mirrored walls, Y/N was dancing, surrounded by little girls in pink tutus. She was graceful, even with a slight limp. Each gesture was precise, gentle, and you could feel the passion in her eyes. She smiled at the children, encouraged them, corrected them with patience.

But when she saw Su-ho and Si-eun through the window, her smile slowly faded. She didn't greet them. She finished the session, then left without a word.

Su-ho scratched the back of his neck:

"Okay... She's not thrilled. We're going to have to do better."

And so he dragged them to a small neighborhood restaurant that all three of them knew. An old place where the smell of stew still hung in the air before you even opened the door.

They sat down. The waiter brought them kimchi, rice, steaming dishes. The silence was heavy, except for Su-ho's stomach, which was growling so loudly that even Y/N let out a twitch of a smile.

But no one spoke. Until Y/N broke.

She slammed her chopsticks down, her throat trembling. And tears sprang forth, brutal.

"You... you both let me down!" she cried between sobs. "You fought, you dragged me into it, and then you disappeared! Si-eun, you just... ignored me!"

Si-eun remained frozen.

She continued, unstoppable:

"And you, Su-ho, you think you can fix everything by forcing me to eat soup?"

Su-ho tried to put a ball of rice in her mouth to appease her. She accepted it between sniffles, chewed slowly, tears streaming down her face.

"I can't take it anymore. I want to break up with you, Si-eun. I don't love you anymore. I... I just want Su-ho, at least he stays!"

Su-ho choked on his own bowl of rice. He coughed, his eyes wide:

"Eat, love. You're starting to talk nonsense."

Y/N hiccuped, swallowed wrong, continued, her nose red:

"I'm tired of broken boys who run away from their responsibilities and make me feel guilty because they have sad eyes! I'm tired of your silences, your Korean drama stares!"

Su-ho tried to give her something to drink. She drank, wiped her cheeks, then started crying again, all while continuing to talk.

"And then why are you both so beautiful, huh? It's not fair! And now you're hugging like in a boy's love?! What am I supposed to do?!"

The waiter arrived, hesitant, placing a plate of fried chicken on the table.

"Not the moment," Su-ho said, politely sending him away.

Y/N grabbed a piece of chicken, bit into it, sobbed harder.

"It's so good... I hate you..."

It was then that Si-eun finally moved. He leaned towards her slowly. He didn't know what to say, so he did what he knew how to do: he looked at her sincerely.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really, truly sorry. I messed up. I wanted to protect everyone by staying away. I thought I was the problem. But I understood. I was just a coward."

She looked at him, her eyes full of tears, her mouth full of rice, kimchi stuck to her cheek.

"You're really stupid," she murmured. "But I love you anyway."

And Su-ho, a piece of tofu balanced on his chopstick, sighed:

"You guys are impossible..."

Then he added with a smile:

"Good thing you have me."

And all three of them, in that small neighborhood eatery, between laughter, tears, food, and mumbled confessions, slowly began to piece their story back together.

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The days that followed their confrontation saw things slowly settle, but with a new depth. It wasn't like before, when everything was easy and fluid, like a light song you listen to while walking under a summer sky. No, now everything seemed imbued with a greater complexity. A kind of tenderness, of fragility. But also strength. Because somewhere, between the laughter and the silences, something solid had formed. Something that none of the three had anticipated, but that was there, omnipresent, in every gesture, every look.

They often found themselves together. It was no longer just to chat or confide, but to share simple, almost mundane moments. Like that evening, when Y/N, in an excess of generosity, invited them to her house for the weekend. She had assured them that her parents were never there, and so they had prepared for a quiet weekend, just the three of them, laughing and relaxing. But as soon as they crossed the threshold of the house, they understood that Y/N had something else in mind.

The door opened onto a large, silent house. Daylight barely filtered through the thick curtains. They had expected relaxed moments, lounging on the sofa playing games or listening to music. But Y/N greeted them with an innocent smile and a "Oh, I've invited you for such a special weekend! You're going to love it." Immediately after, she gave them a mischievous look.

"I'm going to go relax on the sofa for a bit. You know... I work so hard, I deserve a little rest."

The boys exchanged a look, a little lost. Then, before they could protest, she added:

"If you could do a little cleaning around the house in the meantime... I love you so much for that!" She gave them a sugary smile, one of those smiles that removed any possibility of protest.

And so they found themselves, armed with brooms and cloths, cleaning Y/N's house. The task seemed endless. The living room, the bedrooms, the kitchen, everything was a mess. Su-ho, with his usual sense of humor, said while sweeping the floor:

"Love is so scary, what if she... makes us her servants for the weekend?"

Si-eun turned to him, a tired smile on his lips:

"I think that's exactly what she's done..."

And that was it. The weekend they thought would be idyllic had turned into a series of chores. Every time they finished a task, Y/N would get up from the sofa, her eyes shining, to assign them a new mission. A bit of dust to remove here, a cushion to rearrange there. And between each task, she would shower them with sweet words, sugary nicknames: "My little darlings, my loves, my adorable heroes..." But these words were just a sweet coating to mask the weekend's scam. Y/N rested while they slaved away.

Su-ho, increasingly exasperated, let out a groan.

"Love is so scary, Si-eun. What if she... continues to make us do all her chores? I’m starting to wonder if I’m in a romantic comedy or a horror movie."

Si-eun, wiping his forehead, nodded with a desperate look.

"I think we're in a bit of both. But hey, you know, it could have been worse. She could have made us cook too."

"That would have been the icing on the cake," Su-ho replied, continuing to sweep, looking dramatically exhausted.

Humor allowed them to hold on. But they were clearly realizing they had been tricked. Yet, even in this ridiculous situation, there was something beautiful. They were together, facing this absurd situation, and despite everything, they felt close. Their complicity was growing. Gestures became more tender, gazes longer. Even in the most mundane task, they found themselves connected in a new way.

Finally, evening arrived, and Y/N "woke up" from her restorative sleep. She invited them to sit around the table, dinner ready. This meal was the perfect excuse to "forgive" them for their hard labor. The table was beautifully set, and the food looked absolutely delicious. Y/N, with a triumphant smile, looked at them both and said:

"Well, you've certainly earned this feast. Thank you for your hard work. You're truly angels."

Su-ho collapsed into his chair, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

"You know, Y/N... If you do this every time we come to your place, I'm going to end up being an expert in housework rather than romantic relationships."

Y/N laughed softly, a laugh that instantly warmed the atmosphere.

"I'm so sorry, my littles sweet. I promise tomorrow will be a perfect weekend."

And then, they spent an evening full of laughter, tender teasing, and good food. They had found their rhythm again, like a slightly wobbly but close-knit family, bound by ties stronger than simple chores.

Night fell, and after eating, they prepared for bed. But what awaited them was a little more... intimate. Y/N had invited them to sleep over, and it was clear she wasn't just sharing her bed. The bed was gigantic, but it didn't seem big enough for three. Once they were all lying down, Y/N snuggled against them without hesitation, immediately finding her place between Si-eun and Su-ho, her body brushing against both boys.

The problem was, she didn't really grasp the concept of personal space. She nestled against Si-eun, then, after a moment, turned towards Su-ho, moving a little closer. Neither of them dared to move, content to breathe deeply in the warmth of the night.

Su-ho, a little uncomfortable, murmured:

"Love is so scary, Si-eun. What if she never lets us sleep again?"

Si-eun, slightly tense from the proximity, shrugging, replied:

"I think you're going to have to get used to it."

The boys exchanged a nervous smile. The situation was both strange and sweet. They were so close to each other, but there was still that unspoken question between them. What exactly was this bond that had slowly woven itself, but undeniably linked them?

Then, in the middle of the night, Y/N woke up slightly, leaning over to kiss Si-eun, gently, almost like a wake-up call. The kiss was slow, almost shy. Si-eun didn't move, his eyes half-open, letting it happen. There was no rush, just a quiet tenderness that flowed through their gestures. It was like an attempt to explore this intimate space between them, to tame it.

Su-ho watched them, silent. A discreet smile formed on his lips, but it was neither jealousy nor anger. It was emotion. He watched them, moved by the tenderness of the moment. Then, without a word, he leaned towards them, kissing them in turn. Y/N turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, but there was no drama or conflict. Just a silent love.

"You guys are unbearable," Su-ho murmured, teasing them, his smile widening. "But luckily you have me."

In Y/N's big bed, amidst laughter and shared moments of intimacy, the three young people let themselves be carried away by the sweetness of the night. The boundaries between friendship, love, and everything beyond seemed blurred, but there was no doubt: something intense was weaving itself between them. Something that went far beyond simple labels.

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@mariii-0001

[evalevaeva]

Eva's Masterlist!

updated: 31 August 2024

Harry Potter:

george weasley : running to you

george weasley : i love you

george weasley : haunting

draco malfoy : malfoy

harry potter : you lived!

K Drama:

[weak hero class 1]

yeon sieun : strangers

oh beomseok : who?

yeon sieun : alright

oh beomseok : abandoned

yeon sieun : rival

ahn sooho : hero

ahn sooho : lean on me

ahn sooho : Oh Mama!

yeon sieun : if he wanted to, he would

yeon sieun : in the future

K-idols;J-idols

&team fuma : manga

&team fuma : rose

&team fuma : future

RIIZE ANTON : cello

TXT BEOMGYU : nostalgia

Strong Girl Namsoon:

ryu shioh / ryu sio : all yours

ryu shioh / ryu sio : show you off

ryu shioh / ryu sio : only us

ryu sio x sweet! reader : headcanon

[guccixstyless]

Hii 💛💛,sound very odd but can you a imagine where the reader & Ryu shi oh have kids, a cute lil family.

A Sunday At Ryu Household

Pairing: Ryu Shio x Reader (married)

Word Count: 885 Words

A/N: Thank you for requesting this one shot, hope you like it!

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The kids: Twin Boys (Kai, Sooho -aged 7 years), One girl (Mirae -aged 5 years) and One boy (Timmy- aged 3 years)

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains signaling another new day. Y/N stirred awake and felt the space between her to be empty, she was confused, where was her husband?

She reluctantly got up from bed and headed downstairs, the aroma of something delicious filled her nose as she approached the kitchen.

There was Shio, wearing an apron over his last night's pyjamas. The apron was a gift from his kids from father's day. It had "Best Daddy In The World" written in blue color with bold arial font. Shio loved it and wore it whenever he cooked.

"Hello mister," Y/N said leaning on the kitchen door.

"You're awake," Shio smiled over his shoulder looking at you.

Y/N went closer to him and he flipped the pancake before placing it on a plate. It was already stacked with lots of pancakes. He then turned off the stove before turning towards her.

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?" he spoke softly while tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Like a baby!" she smiled.

"Go wake up the kids, I'm making a special breakfast," Shio smiled.

"What's the occasion for this special breakfast?" Y/N wondered.

"Does there need to be one? Every day with you is special." Shio winked.

"So cheesy," Y/N snickered.

"Only for my love," he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before returning on making omelets.

"Smells so good, I will get the kids," Y/N said.

Shio was done plating and set the table up. He made nutella filled pancakes, cut up some fruits, made omelets, fried sausages and mushrooms, and made freshly squeezed orange juice.

Shio looked at the table proudly before setting the plates.

"Daddy!" Shio heard little voices and the smile on his face grew wider.

"Oh are we having pancakes?" Kai asked excitedly.

"Yes we are!" Shio smiled. Y/N came behind them while holding their youngest son Timmy.

Kai, Sooho and Mirae took a seat in the table beside each other, Y/N put Timmy in the highchair before going to sit beside Shio.

Shio served them all the food items before saying, "Dig in!"

The family sat down and enjoyed a delightful Sunday breakfast. Kai and Mirae shared stories from school. Sooho talked about his friends.

As the day unfolded, the family engaged in various activities. Shio, being the doting father he was, played games with the kids, their peals of laughter echoing through the house. Y/N watched with a heart full of joy as Shio chased the little ones around, their giggles creating a melody of happiness.

Shio helped them build blocks buildings. Kai and Sooho began running, so Shio gently warned them, "Be careful with those blocks, okay?"

The kids were very tired yet happy by lunch time. After a hearty meal, the kids went for a quick nap. Shio and Y/N enjoyed a cup of coffee while enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the house

"Do you remember when I proposed?" Shio reminisced fondly.

"Of course, the way you planned a scavenger hunt, it was truly iconic," Y/N giggled while twirling her wedding band.

"I was so nervous, I yelled at my poor secretary because you were running late," Shio recalled.

"Such a meanie you are, that man adores you though," Y/N smiled.

"Yeah at this point he is family too," Shio chuckled.

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As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the living room, the family settled down to watch a movie. Shio lounged on the sofa, Y/N nestled against him, their children sprawled across the floor with blankets and pillows. Timmy was on his portable cradle.

"Best part of the day, isn't it?" Shio said softly.

"Absolutely. Sundays are my favorite when we're all together like this." Y/N smiled.

Shio wrapped his arm around Y/N, pulling her closer. The kids, feeling the cozy atmosphere, snuggled against their parents. The movie played on, but the real show was the love and togetherness that enveloped the room.

-

After the movie was finished, the couple took their children and bathed them before tucking them all in bed.

Y/N went to put Mirae in bed while Shio took care of the twins.

Shio tucked them in, placing gentle kisses on their foreheads before turning off the bedside lamp.

Y/N met Shio in the hallway and intertwined their hands before both of them happily walked to their room.

After their nightly skincare routine both of them crawled to bed. Exhaustion from the day finally kicking in. They both lie in bed facing each other.

"Today was perfect, wasn't it?" Shio whispered, as he stroked Y/N's cheek lovingly.

"It really was. Thank you, Shio, for making every day feel like a Sunday." Y/N whispered before placing a small kiss at the palm of Shio's hand.

Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the love that had blossomed and flourished over the years. Shio pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, the quiet intimacy of the moment speaking volumes.

"I love you Y/N, so so much," Shio said as they broke from the kiss.

"I love you too," Y/N smiled.

With a smile and contentment in their hearts, the couple drifted to sleep.

Link to another angst Ryu Shio story

[purplemccns]

her heart was racing faster than she could imagine as she stood there with the other, disbelief running through her in the fact that she actually had wanted to do this. it wasn't too late to back out, was it? 'no', she told herself, sooho was taking time out of his schedule to help her, and if she were to bail when he'd made plans to do this she'd feel awful. "okay..." melody spoke hesitantly, grabbing onto the rail as she took one step and then two into the waters. "and where does the low end stop?"

plotted starter for @purplemccns 💛

     watching the woman stand by the edge of the pool, sooho's head tipping a bit to the side before he then slid in himself ; as if to show the waters weren't lava.  " i'll be in here and we're at the low end for now, so you can reach the floor. "  the normally busy pool only had the two of them in there, it was after dark hours as this had been a wish of melody's that nobody else were to be around under her lessons.

[taehyungiestummy]

Lucky -- Sooho Ending

Masterlist     Previous

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2217

         It’s been a while since my reason to live left me. All the days blur together, and I have lost the ability to care. I don’t care about the fight for king. I don’t care about the fight for king. I don’t care about leaving Hwarang. I don’t care that Master Wihwa was in limbo with his job as leader of Hwarang. I don’t care what is going on with Ahro. I just don’t care. Even though I know I should.

         I sniffle, curling further into myself.

         I’ve returned home to mourn the loss of Hansung. I didn’t even attend the funeral that Master Wihwa held because I was such a wreck. I cried for many days, and just recently start to eat again.

         The Hwarang called for me at first, talking about how strong I am, and how if I left, a hole would form among them. That I have proven myself to be just like them, so why would I throw it all away? I could hear Master Wihwa pleading with me, with Star Eyes, to return. But I couldn’t.

         “It hurts too much,” I whimper.

         The sounds of footsteps that seem to stop in front of my door, and then mumbles fill my ears. After all this time alone, with only my father or Yeseul bringing me food, I don’t want someone to come and visit me.

         The door to my room slowly opens, and then moment later is quietly closes. My body tenses as I wait for whoever has entered to speak.

         “Ara, are you awake?” Sooho’s calm voice helps me relax. “Your father said you might be sleeping, but I decided to take a chance. I want to talk to you and help you through this hard time. I know what Hansung meant to you, and there’s nothing I can think to say that might have you feeling better, but I will try.”

         I open my mouth to answer, but I find that my throat is raw from my bawling.

         “A lot has happened since you left, and if you want, I’d like to catch you up.”

         I groan, forcing myself to uncurl and then push into a sitting position to look over at Sooho. “What’s going on?” I choke out.

         “Oh, Ara,” Sooho makes his way to me, plopping down with his legs crisscrossed. “Your face is all puffy, and your eyes are so red. I hate that you are hurting this much.”

         I shrug, “We all go through pain, so I just have to deal with it.”

         “You don’t need to deal with it alone, though. The others were together, and we helped each other grieve. You left and had no one to help.”

         I sigh, “I had to.”

         “I’m not saying leaving was a bad thing. You did what you believed was the best for you, and I am proud of you for making such a big decision without looking back.”

         I rub a finger under my eye, “Is that why you came?”

         He shakes his head, “No, I came to let you know about what is going on in Silla. I don’t have to, though. I can leave if you want.”

         “No, don’t go,” I reach out for him.

         Sooho grabs my hand, a small smile on his lips. “I won’t go then.”

         “Tell me about what is happening,” I nod, doing my best to give a smile.

         “Jidwi, now known by his real name Jinheung, has become the King. His mother, the Queen, was there to see it. The Hwarang have back the King, but I was told to be the Queen’s bodyguard. She, she passed, though. I am now the Princess’s guard. The rest of the Hwarang will travel, but I will stay at the palace for now.”

         “I’m sorry that the Queen died. I know you liked her.”

         He shrugs, “There’s someone in my life that I like more, and isn’t so cold to me.”

         “You have a girlfriend?” I tilt my head to the side.

         He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think that any of the girls in the capital would want to date me after the way I have been to girls.”

         “Then is it someone outside Silla no one knows about?”

         “You are so dense,” he leans forward. “It is you, Ara. For years I have tried getting you to go on a date with me, and I know that you have always liked Hansung, but I hope that you will let me fix you.”

         I choke out a squeal.

         Sooho chuckles, “That was cute, Ara. I’m sorry if I am springing a lot on you right now, but I don’t know if I can come see you as often as I want to after this. My breaks are few and far between. I want to see you as much as possible, though. You have to power through the pain, work back to a new normal, and then we can meet up in the evenings. That way I can help stitch together your broken heart. What I’m asking is, will you go on a date with me?” He nervously grins.

         “Sooho, I…” my voice trails off.

         “Please,” he barely pouts. “I want you to be happy, but I also know that I will never break your heart. I want to hold you and let you cry your heart out, but I also want to hear you laugh and see your smile. It hurts me to see you like this. Please, let me help. We don’t even have to go on a real date. It can be just two friends hanging out.”

         “Sooho,” I give his hand a squeeze. “I wasn’t going to reject you. I know that became a regular thing between us, but I don’t want to say no this time. Sooho, I want to go on a date with you.”

         He widely smiles, “I wish we could go right now, but I know that you are not ready for an outing like that. I probably won’t get a break like this for some months, so I want you to promise me something.”

         “And what would that be?” I attempt to smirk.

         “Promise me that you will work to get better. That you will walk around your house, and eat regularly, and make sure that you are ready for our date when I come back in a few months. Can you promise me that?” He holds up his hand with his pinkie out.

         I link my pinkie with his, “I promise, Sooho. I promise.”

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         “It’s such a beautiful evening,” I smile, intertwining my fingers with Sooho’s as we walk back to my house.

         It’s been over a year since he first came to see me at my house. I worked hard to pull myself together and get better. The motivation to see Sooho again and go out with him is what kept me focused on recovery. After the first date, I felt the spark with in me, and we again to go on another date. Then another, and another. It felt right to then transition into a relationship. We see each other as often as possible, and it feels nice to be happy once again.

         “Not as beautiful as you,” Sooho presses a kiss to my temple.

         I giggle, “That was bad. You are such a flirt, you know that?”

         “I know,” he swings our clasped hands. “Only for you now, of course.”

         “Lots of people were surprised when they found out we were together. They couldn’t believe that the boy who would date any girl that walked passed him, actually could find one girl to be with,” I happily sigh. “People can be so judgmental.”

         “I was just waiting for right girl to walk passed me. If I asked enough times, she was bound to say yes.”

         “And I haven’t even slapped you.”

         “You would never do that,” he chuckles, but then abruptly stops. “Right?”

         “You really think I would hurt you?” I pout, looking up at Sooho. “When we were both in Hwarang, I might have hurt you on accident, but I could never hurt you on purpose.”

         “I know,” he shakes his head. “I don’t know why I asked. That was stupid of me.”

         “It’s okay,” I give his hand a squeeze. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions, or to talk about anything with me. We’ve been together for a while now though, so if I didn’t slap you after the first date, I think you are safe.”

         “Girls usually slapped me when they saw me with someone else,” he sadly sighs.

         “That’s why everyone thought of you as a player, but I always hoped that you could be different.”

         “I have changed,” he smiles, glancing down at me. “I’d never dream of being with any girl but you. You are too precious, and you should never have to experience heartbreak ever again. All I ever want to do is make sure you are happy if I can help it.”

         “You’ve made me so happy over this past year. I’m glad that it was you who decided to come visit me that day. It could have been anyone, but I lucked out with you.”

         “I had debated if I should visit you that day in my head so many times. As I stood watch for the Queen, my mind would drift to you. I was thankful for the day off, or I’m afraid I would have never been able to visit you. Then someone else could have gotten to you first, and I wouldn’t be walking you home right now.”

         “It all worked out the way it was meant to me,” I firmly nod.

         Our conversation fades away as we continue to make our way to my house. This is something that we have done many times, but each time I feel my heart flutter. I know that when we reach my house I’ll get a kiss goodnight. Each kiss I share with Sooho sends me into a spiral of happiness and hot cheeks. It makes me wonder if he’s the one. No one will replace Hansung, but I have to move on, and I have found myself thinking about if I love Sooho more than once. I just can’t find the right moment to tell him how I feel.

         We stop in front of my house, a sadness settling over us.

         “When do you think you will get another day off?” I let go of Sooho’s hand, stepping to stand in front of him. “I wish I could visit you at the palace, because I miss you so much,” I shyly smile, feeling my cheeks heat up.

         “I’m hoping that the new guard I am training will be able to do half of the job so I can be with you more,” he gently cups my face with his hands. “Because I miss you more than I can handle.” He smashes our lips together in a passionate kiss that has my stomach flipping.

         I’m the one who breaks the kiss, taking deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart. “Sooho,” I look up at him through my eyelashes. “I love you.”

         He smirks, giving me a quick kiss. “I love you, Ara. I knew after our first date that I was madly in love with you, and I could only hope you would feel the same.”

         “With a face as handsome as yours, and such a kind heart, it was only a matter of time,” I lovingly smile. “It feels right to say it out loud. I love you, Sooho. Oh, how I love you.”

         “I love you too, Ara. So damn much,” he presses a hasty kiss to my lips.

         “Now it will hurt even more when you leave this time. I’m going to miss you more now that I know you love me back.”

         “I think I know how to fix that,” he brushes hair away from my face.

         “Oh, do you? How are you going to fix me missing you?”

         “By getting married.”

         The smile fades from my face as I stare at Sooho with wide eyes. “What?” I choke out.

         “Ara, will you marry me?” He asks this time.

         “What about my status? Will your father even allow us to be married?”

         “I’m more worried about your father,” he chuckles, pulling his hands away from my face.

         “I’m being serious, Sooho,” I giggle, giving him a shove. “I’m not sure where I come from, so half-breed is just a guess.”

         “Bone rank is a thing of the past, so you have nothing to worry about. Besides, my sister convinced our father to let her be with BanRyu, and you are much better than him.”

         I giggle, rolling my eyes, “Just shut up and kiss me, future husband.”

         “With pleasure,” he smirks, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him so he can connect our lips.

         I have always been put down for being lucky, but I have always pushed to prove myself to people. Now, I don’t have to prove anything to Sooho. He never stopped asking me on dates no matter how many times I rejected him. All he wants is to make me happy. And I guess I can say that I got a little lucky with him.

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Ah, Sooho finally got that date with Ara. I love writing fluff and having my characters happy. If you want to see more Sooho and Ara, feel free to request them doing something! I am happy to keep writing for these characters, as I love these characters. Thanks for reading! :D

[lady-lanthirgil]

Imagine SooHo being complety in love with you, his wife.

[joanyio]

weak hero class 1 rant because it’s 4am and im in my feelings and idk how else to deal with them *cracks knuckles* please don’t expect me to be coherent

it’s because of a twitter thread i made and i just wanted to elaborate more

if you didn’t click the link here’s what i said “this montage gets me every time because you realize sooho’s bright personality hid the fact that he was just as alone as sieun was, always sleeping at school for working part-time a lot, probably the reason why he had no friends, also refers to himself as the hyung with his peers. then the montage sequence ends with sieun being considerate, not turning the lights on like he did before and studying in the dark to not disturb sleeping sooho. the same day sieun wakes him up to have lunch together and they unexpectedly click.. in a way it was a friendship built from understanding how differently they lived but also similarly alone, and having each other made their lives a little brighter and i think that’s beautiful.”

also this hyunwook interview..

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i can’t seem to stop overthinking about the little detail that sooho refers to himself as the hyung (형 - older brother) with his same-aged peers (동갑). in korea, age is a huge deal and it dictates most of their social cues, who to respect and how much respect is given. and i can just imagine how arrogant his peers might find him for referring to himself as the hyung, it’s like he acts all high and mighty amongst them.

am not puting all clips of him doing this but i remember the incident with baseball kids in the first ep he told them to bring the passed out dude to the nurse’s office and said “형이 이름 말하면 뒤진다,” literally means “if you say hyung’s (my) name, you’re dead.” (and they aren’t even his same-aged friends because someone murmured “but we’re older than him..” still, they’re high schoolers all the same) in ep 2 “형이라고 부르고싶냐?” literally means “do you wanna call me hyung now?” (or “do you wanna give me respect now?”) in ep 3 while playing pool he said “형이 하는거 잘 봐라,” literally means “watch carefully how hyung does (i do) it.”

[edit: i remembered another instance. in ep 1, yeongbin’s group bothering sieun again in the classroom. sooho was disturbed from his sleep, “why are guys so chatty these days? 형 잠도 못 자게. 형 자도 돼? 응?” literally goes “hyung (i) can’t even sleep (with u mfs being loud). can hyung (i) sleep? hmm?” official subs: “someone’s trying to sleep here. can i sleep in peace? please?”]

i think he does it because he knows he was forced to grow up fast due to his living situation, and in his eyes this made his same-aged peers /more/ childlike(?) and immature compared to him, who’s already grown up and has adult big boy responsibilities to worry about than silly little exams and high school social hierarchy. he’s extroverted and has a sunshine personality, blunt and honest to anyone he talks to. he always knows what to say to kids his age to feel shame for the bullshit they pull. even with older people, the baseball kids, to gilsu “나이 먹고 그게 자랑이야?”

so yeah sleeping a lot at school due to working part-time for hours may have contributed to him not having friends (hello he follows like 5 people in instagram, such a skinny ratio with his 1k+ followers) but also he probably found it hard to relate and saw no reason to put effort in hanging out with them outside inevitable campus interactions. until sieun. sieun who sooho calls a weirdo, who’s really interesting, whose eyes say how empty he must feel inside but you can see the fire in them. sooho probably thought sieun would never initiate a conversation with him but he did approach him for lunch that one time. and finds himself enjoying the company. now he grew to love showing sieun that there’s more to life than studying hard and preparing for college. it’s all mundane things, eating, gaming, karaokeing, playing pool, “let’s drive all night long,” friendship and the kind of company that their families and other people couldn’t give.

sooho’s all sun and bright but he hasn’t found his person until sieun came along. both of them were very self-sacrificial, ready to risk it all and harm anyone to protect each other. i might just forever ache for sooho ending up on his deathbed after going apeshit seeing sieun hide the injury he got on sooho’s behalf.. and sieun throwing away his whole future when he went and hurt everyone who did that to sooho..

it hits different after i read the equivalent chapters in the webtoon because the suho-sieun-focused friendship story was prolonged for the drama adaptation. sooho was kinda not that interesting in the webtoon so i loved everything they changed and added for his character in the drama. but also like im upset because now im endlessly attached to him.. [edit: in case i piss off webtoon!suho lovers, it’s a personal preference. i love him too but i just cant help but be more emotionally attached to drama!suho] like fuck why did they have to write such a tragic friendship story between highschoolers im fucking done

end of rant ugh i hate myself for this

[bitacrytic]

Considering the amount of damage that Sieun and Sooho inflicted on the enemies when they were working alone, I can only imagine what would have happened if they'd just talked to eachother and fought together.

If Sieun had told Sooho on his birthday about the bullies... if Sooho had told Sieun he was going after the bullies.

These stupid, sad babies.

[bumblesimagines]

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Imagine: Soo-jin having a crush on you

Lee Sooho

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Lim Heekyung

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Choi Sooah

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[almostwisegalaxy]

i lovee your ahn suho fanfic authorrr, can i request another one ?? where suho instantly falls in love with the reader upon their seeing her at her school .

Let F*ck

Ahn Su-ho x fem reader

Explicit Lemon here. Minors, run away. ತ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ತ

Music to listen to for the atmosphere: Time moves slow_badbadnotgood

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It was the fourth time that month he'd seen the white in a guy's eyes, the look that said he thought he was going to die.

Shortness of breath.

The metallic taste of guilt in his throat.

Blood. Too much. On his knuckles, his cheekbones, his t-shirt. Not all his own.

Su-ho was on the roof. Again.

An old reflex. To rise when the ground was too dirty. To get away when he couldn't stand himself anymore.

The concrete was cold. His cigarette too.

He didn't even like to smoke. But it was that or crack his skull open against a wall.

He'd hit too hard. Again.

Not because he wanted to, no.

Because he no longer knew how to do otherwise. Because his body reacted faster than his head. Because he needed to hit to forget.

But now...

He'd seen the guy on the ground, half-conscious, eyes rolled back, breath broken.

And he'd seen himself. Monster. Thing. Animal.

And this time, he was scared.

Not of getting caught. Not of getting kicked out.

No.

Scared of himself. Of what he had become.

It was at that precise moment that Y/N arrived.

No sound. No timid footsteps.

Y/N opened the roof door like slamming the end of a nightmare.

Y/N.

She didn't know him. He didn't know her either.

And she didn't look at him.

Not once.

She simply settled down. A little further away.

Back against the wall. Eyes staring into space. As if she'd fled a place even emptier than this one.

Su-ho took a long drag.

To pretend he wasn't looking at her.

But he was looking at her.

Not to judge her.

But because she carried a silence different from his own.

She wasn't crying.

But she had come for that. He felt it. She had that kind of emptiness in her shoulders, the kind that weighs you down when you've cried too much elsewhere and you're just... dry.

He would have wanted to talk.

But he had forgotten how.

So he did what he knew how to do.

He moved closer.

And she didn't push him away.

No words.

No "Are you okay?"

No promises.

Just gestures. Fraying nerves. Searching breaths.

She didn't touch him tenderly.

And he didn't either.

It was brutal, clumsy, almost animal.

But it was real.

His hands still trembled from the fight.

His lips tasted of ashes.

She let him. He lost himself in her.

Not out of romantic desire. Not out of love. Not to save her.

But because she was there.

And she asked nothing of him. Nothing but this raw contact.

As if they were consuming each other to avoid exploding.

He would long remember the sound of their bodies in the silence of the roof.

The irregular rhythm of their breaths.

Y/N's nails in his back. Not to hurt him. To anchor herself.

The weight of his fatigue afterwards. That strange, soft, almost pleasant fatigue. As if she had siphoned everything that made him human... and made it a little less painful.

They didn't talk afterwards.

Just lying there, out of breath.

Like two smoking guns after a carnage.

The next day, he returned to the roof.

She was there before him.

Same scenario.

Same silent rage.

Same need to flee.

And he took her again.

Or she took him. He wasn't so sure anymore.

It wasn't sex. It was a trance. An escape.

Their bodies spoke because their mouths refused to open.

They found each other there with each fall. Like two wounded people cauterizing themselves with fire.

She never smiled.

Didn't even look at him before touching him.

She wasn't soft, not cuddly. Almost cold.

As if she wanted to make sure he didn't get attached.

And yet...

Su-ho thought about her all the time.

At first, he told himself it was just the sex. The intensity. The context.

But no. It was dirtier than that. Deeper.

She lived in his nerves, in his muscles, in his nights.

He didn't dare talk to her elsewhere.

He didn't even know if he could.

She ignored him when they crossed paths. Truly. As if he didn't exist.

And yet, he kept coming back. Again. Again.

Like a junkie who knows his dose kills him, but still seeks it out.

He worked after school. Crappy little jobs.

Waiter, delivery driver, sometimes a laborer for a few more wons.

He thought of her while carrying bags.

He saw her again, legs wrapped around him, nails in his skin.

But above all... that emptiness she left afterward. That silence full of her.

He wasn't trying to change her mind.

She had been clear.

"I want nothing. Just this."

And he had agreed. Like an idiot.

But every time she got dressed, every time she left without a word, without a glance,

he felt his stomach clench.

Not jealousy. Not yet.

But a desperate form of possessiveness.

Not over her.

Over what they shared. That suspended moment where he was no longer a monster.

One evening, after a particularly intense session, he stayed longer.

She had fallen asleep for a moment. Not on him. Just... beside him.

And he had looked at her. For a long time.

It wasn't love. Not romance.

It was dirtier than that.

An obsession. Visceral. Consuming from within.

He wanted to understand her.

To know her.

To know why she no longer cried.

He wanted to make her talk. Just once.

To have her look at him. To say his name.

But he never dared.

He was too afraid she'd stop coming.

So he kept silent.

He waited for her.

And when she appeared, even with her closed face, even without a word...

he felt alive.

He knew it would end badly.

That these kinds of things leave deeper scars than blows.

But he didn't care.

Y/N had become his favorite hell.

And he wasn't ready to get out.

---

There was no more roof. No more cold concrete. No more nights stolen from the city.

Now, it was clean sheets. Neutral walls. Chosen spaces. Sometimes at her place. Sometimes elsewhere. But always... together.

Su-ho hadn't quite understood when it happened. When sex stopped being an escape and became... this. This soft, heavy thing in his chest. This sick heat that knotted his throat when she brushed against him. This unbearable ache when she wasn't there.

She still didn't look at him much. No more than before. Sometimes, she would fix her gaze on a point behind him, as if she were thinking of another world, another man, another damned universe.

But she had made a mistake.

One night, she had fallen asleep against him. Her head on his shoulder. As if it were natural. As if his body wasn't a weapon. As if his warmth was worth a little peace.

And then, there was that look.

She had smiled. Not a big smile. Not a laugh. But a... release. A second of calm. Of tenderness. She had looked at him and he had believed, just for a second, that it was mutual.

That she could love him.

Fatal error.

Because since that moment, he couldn't let go.

The obsession, this time, was soft. Burning, but soft. It no longer had the violence of before. It tasted of need. The unhealthy need. The kind that makes your hands tremble when she's absent for too long.

Su-ho watched her too much.

He didn't even hide it anymore. When they were together, he devoured her with his eyes. Slowly. Delicately. As if he wanted to remember everything. Her gestures, her silences, even her meaningless sighs.

When they made love, it was no longer brutal.

He took his time. He touched her as one touches something sacred.

His hands slid along her arms. Lingered on her neck. He caressed her back for a long time before even thinking of anything else. And when he kissed her, it was no longer an escape. It was a silent prayer.

He didn't dare to speak. But his whole body screamed. Every look. Every sigh. Every touch.

And Y/N...

She said nothing. She let him. As always.

But she had stopped stopping him. She had stopped avoiding his eyes. She let him stay longer. She let him embrace her. Sometimes she would place her hand on him. Just for a second. But it was enough.

Enough for him to believe.

So he started appearing elsewhere.

In front of the coffee shop she went to. In front of her bus stop. In the alley near her building.

Sometimes she saw him. A raised eyebrow. A half-smile, barely.

Other times, she completely ignored him. Her head elsewhere. Her thoughts lost.

But he... he always watched her.

He watched her like a shipwreck survivor watches a lighthouse. Like a starving man watches a feast behind a window. He watched her with a sick devotion. A dirty passion. A love he would never have the right to speak.

And yet, it was love.

A strangled love. A silent love. A love that spread through his veins like a slow poison.

He loved her.

He loved her in her absences. He loved her in her empty gazes. He loved her when she rejected him, when she remained cold, when she was harsh, distant, hard.

And the more she kept him at bay, the more he clung. The deeper he sank into this disgusting but living obsession.

He wanted her for himself. Entirely.

But he had no right.

Because there was the other guy.

This accidentally handsome guy. (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠メ⁠)

The one she never called by his first name. The one she didn't really talk about. But he existed.

Su-ho had seen him. Once. By chance. Tall, fake smile, nice clothes. The kind of guy who looks at you like he wants you to not exist.

And Y/N beside him. Tiny. Discreet. Inexpressive.

But there was a way she walked next to him. Something almost invisible. A remnant of hope. An illusion of attachment.

And Su-ho understood. This guy was a damn scam. One of those guys who make love glitter like a decoy mirror. Who make you believe. Who take. Who discard.

He didn't love her. He collected her.

And Su-ho had wanted to kill him. Literally.

But he didn't.

Because it wasn't his place to save her.

It was hers to leave him.

So he waited. And he loved. And he suffered.

He loved her voice even when she insulted him. He loved her scent on his sheets. He even loved her silence.

He would have given anything for her to truly look at him. Just once. With something other than that polite neutrality.

And sometimes, when they were lying down, both out of breath, she would run her fingers through his hair. A second. Just a fleeting caress.

And that second, he kept it within him like a secret. Like a stolen jewel.

He loved her. He loved her as one loves when they've never learned to love.

Badly. Strongly. Until he bled.

And he didn't know if he would survive her.

---

That day, Su-ho was tired. Tired of hoping, tired of feeling. He had that knot in his stomach that followed him everywhere, a tangle of anxiety and longing that no sleep, no cigarette, no girl could soothe.

And he didn't expect to see her.

Y/N.

She arrived without warning. Not on the roof, not in a bed stolen from routine. No. On his street. At his place. Su-ho's heart leaped. She wasn't supposed to be there. She never came looking for him.

But she had.

She had found him. Without a call, without a message. Just her, at his door. Scarf around her neck, hands in her pockets, her eyes tired but determined.

He had barely opened his mouth when she had already grabbed him by the collar. Not violently. But with urgency. As if she didn't want to give him time to speak, to think, to be afraid.

She had kissed him.

Not gently. Not like in a movie.

She had kissed him like a scream. Like a punch. Like a howl. And he had responded with the same fever. They ended up in his apartment in a series of hasty gestures. Not for sex. Not for pleasure. For the other. For this need. This heat. This dependence.

She still said nothing. But that night, she stayed. She didn't turn away afterward. She slept there. Against him. Truly against him.

And damn...Su-ho was happy. He's hurt but still happy.

***

A few days later, he was out with a friend. Just a platonic friend, nothing ambiguous. A girl from his job. They were laughing, relaxed, like two kids escaping the pressure of the world.

And he felt it.

The gaze.

That warm and cold sensation at the same time, planted in the back of his neck. He turned around.

Y/N.

A few meters away. Silent. Still. Her gaze fixed on him.

He felt his heart plummet violently into his stomach.

She approached. Slowly. Too slowly. Like a wounded animal ready to bite.

His friend sensed it. She stiffened. Su-ho did too.

And then, without warning, Y/N walked up to him, grabbed his neck, pulled him towards her, and kissed him.

In public.

Under the eyes of the other girl. Of everyone.

It was possessive. It was violent. It was disgustingly sincere.

And he followed her. Without a word.

She had pulled him by the hand, almost brutally. He understood nothing. But he was intoxicated. His legs felt like they were floating. His heart was on fire. His brain was off.

Y/N. Jealous.

Damn.

Her. Jealous.

He had never seen that. Never thought it would happen.

She didn't explain anything. She just sat down in his living room, her face closed, her arms crossed.

"Who is that chick?"

He smiled. Too happy. Too stupid.

"A friend."

She glared at him. He wanted to laugh. But he didn't. Because beneath her anger, she was trembling.

Not cute jealousy. Not romantic "you're mine." No.

It was rage. Fear. Self-rejection. She disgusted herself for feeling it.

And he understood. He didn't touch her. He simply watched her.

It was her. The real her. Finally.

And he loved her even more for it.

***

The next day, the world exploded.

Her boyfriend. The other one. The scam.

He had discovered Su-ho's existence. Through a friend, a rumor, a damned coincidence. It didn't matter. He knew.

And he came.

Not to talk.

To scream.

To accuse.

Y/N was there. Tiny. Back against the wall. And he, the other guy, the perfect type, he was screaming.

"You're just a slut, Y/N! You're sleeping with a damn delinquent! Do you think I don't know?!"

She didn't answer. She trembled. Just a little. But enough for Su-ho to feel his stomach churn.

He was there. He saw him raise his hand.

And he didn't think.

One more second and he would have hit her.

But Su-ho lunged.

He slammed into him with all his weight. Fist to the jaw. Knee to the ribs. The other guy staggered, then collapsed.

Y/N was in shock. She wasn't crying. But she had that empty look. That look of a little girl who had just lost everything.

Su-ho approached.

"Are you okay?"

He was trembling too. With rage. With fear. With pain.

She looked at him. For a long time.

Then, without warning, she pushed him away.

"Don't touch me."

It was an order. Cold. Cutting.

And it killed him.

"Y/N, I..."

"Get out!"

She had screamed. Loudly. Too loudly.

He backed away. Heart broken. Soul torn out.

But he didn't leave.

She collapsed to the ground. Her legs too weak. The silence too heavy.

And he knelt down.

He didn't hold her immediately. He just held out his hand.

And she... she grabbed it. Weakly. But she did.

So he held her close. Tight. As if he wanted to mend her bones.

And she clutched his t-shirt. Not a hug. A reflex. A need.

Maybe she wanted to apologize like that.

And he... he held her. He rocked her.

A little tighter. A little longer.

Maybe he wanted to tell her he forgave her.

***

Y/N, that evening, understood something horrible.

She loved him.

Not a light love. Not a nice love. No.

She loved him to death. To hate herself. To want to distance herself so as not to ruin everything.

Because no one had ever fought for her. No one had ever worried like him. Never. Not even her parents. Not even she, for herself.

And it hurt.

Too much.

Su-ho, he no longer knew whether to smile or cry.

But he was there. And that was already something.

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The morning light filtered softly through the tired curtains of Su-ho's room. Y/N rose quietly, replacing the sheets with a tenderness she'd never dared to name. Her heart was still beating too fast, as if it hadn't yet decided if this night was a mistake or a confession.

She dressed quickly, grabbing her bag, her notebooks, her phone. She cast one last glance at Su-ho, who was still asleep, his hair messy, an arm astray at his side. He looked... peaceful. And terribly human.

But in her haste, she forgot a crucial folder: her display for the end-of-term school competition. An unforgivable error for a student like her.

Su-ho woke up a few minutes after she left, his throat dry, his head heavy. Fever pulsed in his temples, but he immediately recognized Y/N's notebook on the bedside table. And he knew.

He didn't think. He grabbed it, pulled on a wrinkled sweatshirt and jeans, and rushed out. His breath was short, his legs heavy, but his body was carried by something stronger than pain. The idea that she might lose a chance, a crumb of her future, because of him.

He arrived at the high school, his heart pounding against his ribs. He shouldn't have been there. It was a place that didn't belong to him. But he entered, feverish, trembling, Y/N's folder clutched to his chest.

The hallways were lined with trophies, photos of brilliant alumni. And there, large as life, frozen in a pose worthy of a high-level athlete, he saw her.

Y/N.

A discreet smile. Straight posture. About fifteen trophies lined up under her name.

He felt his legs falter.

He murmured to himself, his lips split by a delirious smile:

"My girlfriend's a shonen."

He laughed softly, barely a breath, and salty tears welled in his eyes. He was proud. So proud.

But a moment later, his body betrayed him. He barely had time to see Y/N at the end of the hallway, her eyes widening with fear.

Then, everything went black.

***

He woke up in a harsh light. The smell of antiseptic hit his nostrils even before pain invited itself into his muscles.

And then he saw her face.

Y/N.

Sitting near him, arms crossed. Furious. And... terribly worried.

"What did you want, to die for me? Did you think that would make me happy?! Why are you so tired? Why are you dehydrated and lacking rest?!

Her voice trembled. Not with anger. With panic.

He looked away, ashamed.

"I wasn't hungry without you."

It wasn't an excuse. It was a naked truth. Ridiculous. Tragic. And terribly human.

Y/N stopped talking. She stared at him. For a long time. And tears welled up without her being able to hold them back.

He was crying.

Su-ho was crying, in silence. His gaze drowned, his features broken by exhaustion. It was because of her. Because she had let him believe he was replaceable. Or nonexistent.

She collapsed, in turn.

But this time, she didn't run.

In the following days, Y/N stayed. She was no longer just a presence. She was a silent hurricane of care.

She brought him meals, forced him to eat. Sometimes, when he refused, she fed him herself.

She brought the spoon to his lips with a firm, almost angry gesture.

"You eat or I'll choke you with it."

He obeyed. But his eyes were full of something incomprehensible. The look of a beaten dog. Of a guy who doesn't believe he deserves the tenderness he's given.

***

One evening, she entered the room in silence. Su-ho was too weak to speak. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing short.

She approached. Gently.

She tucked him in. Adjusted his blanket. Then, with infinite care, she leaned down and placed a kiss on his burning forehead. Without a word. Without justification.

He said nothing. But he smiled in the dark.

***

On the day of his discharge, his halmoni came to pick them up. All wrinkled, a smile plastered to her lips. When she saw Y/N supporting him by the arm, she burst out laughing.

"Aigoo! You two are so cute! How long have you been together, huh?"

Y/N wanted to answer. She opened her mouth, but her voice was muffled. Inaudible. Nothing came out. She lowered her eyes.

Then Su-ho took her hand. Firm. Sure.

He turned to his grandmother and said, with an almost shy smile:

"Since now. Since today."

Y/N looked up at him, surprised. He wasn't looking at her. He was staring at the horizon. As if he were uttering an incantation.

Then he turned to her.

"I'm tired of waiting for you to allow yourself to love me. So I've decided that I'll do it for two."

Y/N felt her heart break. Slowly. Gently. In an explosion of pure warmth.

And she didn't answer with words.

She squeezed his hand. Hard. Very hard.

And that day, the world no longer needed answers. Because for the first time, Y/N was no longer afraid.

And Su-ho... was finally loved.

---

The days passed, and even though Su-ho was out of the hospital, his body remained fragile. The fever no longer spiked so high, but it still clung on, insidious, a silent reminder that he had flirted too closely with his limits. He couldn't work, barely cook, and his grandmother, though adorable, had her own constraints.

So Y/N came. Every. single. day.

She'd knock twice, then enter without waiting. She carried bags of food, medicine, sometimes a new sweatshirt she'd bought without admitting it was for him. She'd look him up and down as soon as he sat, checking his breathing, his hands, his eyes.

"Are you drinking enough?"

"Did you take your pills?"

"Why are you still in a T-shirt? Do you want to catch something again?"

Su-ho no longer answered. He'd nod, sometimes with a smile. Other times, he'd just watch her. Like a kid discovering that love doesn't just burn; sometimes it heals too.

That evening, she had stayed.

She had settled into the small armchair opposite his bed, her legs folded, her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She was reading, a medical book, or maybe a novel. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

The silence wasn't heavy. It was comfortable. Like a shared blanket.

"Do you want to sleep here?"

She looked up.

"I'm already sleeping here, Einstein. Do you think I'm reading at three in the morning because I'm not sleepy?"

He smiled. Weakly. She got up, joined him in bed. She only took off her socks. No innuendo. No burning glances. Just the warmth of a presence that no longer wanted to leave.

She slipped under the covers. The bed was small. Their proximity, immense. She covered him with an automatic gesture. Then she placed her hand on his chest, to check his heart rate.

He watched her.

"Are you listening to me breathe?"

"I'm studying you. You're my favorite guinea pig."

He laughed. Weakly. His chest vibrated under her hand. And that warmth, that touch, woke something he had tried to ignore.

Desire wasn't new. But that night, it wasn't rushed. It was deep. Slow. Uncontrollable.

He turned his head. Their faces were inches apart. He could smell her scent, the soap from her neck, the soft dampness of her breath. He kissed her.

Gently at first. A brush. Then a second, more precise, more hungry. She responded. Their mouths sought, recognized each other. But she pulled back, barely.

"Maybe we should slow down on the sex..."

He blinked. Lost.

"You want to kill me faster than my 39-degree fever, is that it?"

She smiled, despite herself.

"You're an idiot."

"Yes. And in danger. And weak. And completely crazy about you. So now, I'm going to kiss you. If you don't want to, push me away."

She didn't push him away.

The mattress groaned under their combined weight. Y/N lay back, her skin contrasting with the pale sheets. Her eyes stared at Su-ho unblinking, without modesty or artifice—just that raw intensity that consumed him from within.

Su-ho leaned over her, hypnotized by the rhythm of her breathing, by the slight pulsations he could discern at the base of her neck. With deliberate slowness, he pressed his mouth against hers. It wasn't a tender kiss—their teeth clashed, their tongues sought each other with an animal urgency. He tasted the salt on her lips, inhaled her breath as if to steal a part of her.

"I want you now," Y/N murmured against his mouth, her hands already descending to grasp his hardened sex.

"Of course ma'am" He answers

Su-ho let out a guttural groan as she closed her fingers around him, the warmth of her palm sending electric shocks down his spine. She guided him towards her wet entrance, impatient, without unnecessary foreplay.

"Wait," he managed to articulate, breathless.

He descended along her body, tracing a path of light bites on her skin. Y/N shivered despite herself when he reached the inside of her thighs, his tongue drawing burning arabesques on her sensitive skin. She spread her legs wider, a silent invitation that he accepted by plunging his face against her sex.

Y/N's taste exploded in his mouth—musky, salty, intensely feminine. Su-ho devoured her like a starving man, his tongue exploring every fold, every texture. He felt Y/N's thighs contract around his head, heard her breathing become more erratic with each stroke of his tongue. Far from passive, she undulated against his mouth, directing her own stimulation with precise movements.

When Su-ho lifted his head, his chin glistening with Y/N's moisture, he met her gaze—still as intense, almost accusatory in its lucidity. Even on the verge of pleasure, she didn't completely surrender.

Without a word, he moved up her body, feeling the heat radiating between them. His sex pulsed painfully, demanding a release he still held back. He wanted to prolong this moment, this raw connection, this total absence of pretense.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist with surprising strength, pulling him against her. The tip of his sex brushed her wet entrance, eliciting a shiver from Su-ho.

"Now," she commanded, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

Su-ho plunged into her with a brutal thrust of his hips. The sensation froze him in place—that warm, tight, pulsating embrace around his member. Y/N let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan, her eyes briefly closing before riveting on his again.

He began to move, slowly at first, savoring each sensation—the delicious friction with each thrust, the way Y/N's walls contracted around him, almost clinging to him with each withdrawal. Their bodies clung to each other, sweat creating an adhesion that made each movement more intense.

Y/N's chest pressed against his torso, her firm breasts crushed against his pectorals. Su-ho could feel the beats of their hearts echoing through their flesh—two frantic rhythms seeking to synchronize.

"Harder," Y/N demanded, her heels digging into his lower back to urge him on with more vigor.

Su-ho obeyed, increasing the power of his thrusts. The bed groaned violently beneath them, threatening to give way with each impact. The obscene sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, mingled with their ragged breaths.

He slipped a hand between their sweating bodies, finding Y/N's sensitive spot. She trembled at the contact, her internal muscles contracting around him. Su-ho felt orgasm rising within him, a wave of heat that started from his loins and threatened to overwhelm all coherent thought.

"Look at me," he commanded, surprised by the authority in his own voice.

Y/N opened her eyes, her gaze darker than ever in the dim light. This visual connection, as their bodies collided with an almost punitive violence, created a paradoxical intimacy that made Su-ho shiver to the core.

He could feel every detail with painful acuity—the texture of Y/N's thighs against his hips, the way her breasts bounced slightly with each thrust, the smell of their mingled sexes that saturated the air. Every sensation imprinted itself in his memory with obsessive precision.

Y/N's hands moved up his back, her nails tracing burning furrows on his skin. She wasn't caressing—she was marking, possessing.

The rhythm accelerated further, becoming almost frantic. Su-ho felt Y/N's thighs tremble around his waist, her sex contracting in waves around his. She was close, and that realization brought a savage determination to him.

He straightened slightly, changing the angle of penetration. Y/N let out a strangled sound, her eyes widening with the new intensity. Su-ho now supported her hips, holding her in a position that allowed him to sink even deeper into her.

"There," Y/N gasped, her tone still as imperious despite her shortened breath. "Right there."

Su-ho obeyed, precisely hammering that spot that made her thighs tremble. He felt his own orgasm approaching, irrepressible, but he focused on Y/N's pleasure, watching with fascination the micro-expressions that crossed her usually impassive face.

When she climaxed, it was with a silent intensity that contrasted with the violence of their lovemaking. Her entire body stiffened, her internal muscles pulsating around Su-ho's sex with incredible force. Her eyes remained open, fixed on his, in an involuntary vulnerability that lasted barely a second before she regained control.

This sight was too much for Su-ho. Orgasm overwhelmed him like a destructive wave, sweeping away all coherent thought. He plunged into her one last time, as deeply as possible, his entire body convulsing with pleasure. An animal groan escaped his throat as he poured into her in long pulsations.

Time seemed to suspend itself in this perfect fusion of their bodies. During those few seconds of pure ecstasy, Su-ho forgot everything. Even his fever. He was nothing but a body, a sensation, a blinding pleasure that erased everything else.

Then came the exhaustion, brutal and total. He collapsed onto her, breathless, his heart pounding against his rib cage. Their bodies remained joined by sweat, by exchanged fluids, by this physical connection that was already fading.

Su-ho was still weak. But he gave everything he had. Y/N, on the other hand, lost herself in him as one dives in without thinking. She bit her lip to keep from crying, clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline.

When it was over, she remained lying on him, her breathing ragged. He gently caressed her back, his fingers tracing circles.

And then she cried.

Silently at first. Then sobs. Real. Raw. Su-ho felt his heart break.

"Y/N?"

She didn't answer. He held her tighter. Strong. As if to put her back together, so she wouldn't fall apart.

"Is it the sex? Did I hurt you?" He said, starting to panic.

She laughed. While crying. She sat up. Looked at him. Her cheeks soaked. Her eyes red.

"I'm scared..."

"Of what?"

"Of loving. I don't know how. I never have."

He nodded. Gently. He didn't say it was stupid. He didn't say it was easy. Because it wasn't. She was right to be scared.

But he had decided to love. Completely. Entirely. And it didn't matter if she wasn't there yet.

He took her face in his hands. Pulled her towards him.

"Then let me love for two. Until you're ready. Until you want to. Until you know how."

He kissed her. Again. And again. Each kiss was a promise, a sentence without words.

"I love you, Y/N. I love you like an idiot, like a dog, like a man who never had what he wanted and who dares not believe he finally has it."

She closed her eyes. The tears still flowed.

"You're going to break me..."

"No. Nerver. I'm going to put you back together. Piece by piece. Even if I have to bleed for it."

She lay back against him. Her heart was beating fast. But for the first time, she didn't try to silence it. She let it beat. For him.

And in the silence of that room, where illness had failed to separate them, something stronger was born. Something more beautiful.

An imperfect love. But whole.

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@mariii-0001

[evalevaeva]

hELLO are requests open? 😽😽 if it's okie, i'd like to request an ahn sooho × reader fic ( I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY FIC OF HIM I'M SO SAD 😭 )

Hero | Ahn Sooho

my first sooho fic :] thank you anon! also here's to @slytherinshua and hannie , no angst this time

Meeting Ahn Sooho was the most unexpected occurrence in your life. It was almost like he was your hero.

You had your earpieces in, music blasting as you read the book in your hand. It wasn't every day that you were this interested in a book. The words seemed to swirl in your mind as you imagined each word, taking in each detail of every movement of every character.

That was until you were knocked down, hard. Your bottom slammed onto the concrete floor as your book fell onto the floor right after you, covered in soda. Your right earpiece went flying out of your ear, song stopping. Your eyes widened as you looked at your book, the words blending in with the soda, unclear.

You looked up, eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the culprit who had one hand extended out while the other was at the back of his neck.

"Ahn Sooho?" You asked, like a question, as he looked at you in surprise. "You know me?" Sooho replied as you looked at him, scoffing.

"Why wouldn't I?" You responded as you took his hand, standing up as you looked at the stain on your white uniform, starting to feel annoyed by your situation. "The infamous Ahn Sooho who nearly got his ass beaten by the baseball team over a girl. You're a playboy aren't you?".

Sooho's eyes widened as he took off his red jacket, revealing his white uniform that was unbuttoned to show his red work uniform.

"I wouldn't call myself a playboy, maybe everyone's just attracted to my charm?" Sooho responded as he winked, placing the jacket over your shoulders before picking up the soaked book and placing it on the locker near the window.

"I'll replace your book. By tomorrow, the same book will arrive at your table, sergeant!" Sooho said as he saluted you, picking up the empty soda can and continuing to run down the hallway.

You looked at the jacket on your shoulders, putting your arms through it as you zipped it, covering the stain on your uniform.

Sooho delivered his promise. You entered the classroom and walked to your seat near the middle as you saw the same exact book, this time with a sticky note on the first page.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you and ruining your uniform and book. I still feel like this isn't enough to make up for it. Would you want to eat lunch together? I'm in Class 1!" The messy handwriting read as you couldn't help but form a small smile on your lips as you grazed the yellow paper with your fingertips. Why was he like a puppy?

The bell for lunch rang, and unlike yesterday, you found yourself making your way to class 1, walking the back door to see Ahn Sooho fast asleep at his desk. His head rested on a pink bunny pillow, and his chest rose and fell deeply. You contemplated as you held the washed jacket in your arms, wondering if you should really wake the boy up.

"Ahn Sooho, it's lunchtime... and there's a girl here waiting for you. Sooho, Sooho, Sooho, wake up," The boy sitting in front of Sooho turned and shook the boy awake as Sooho jolted awake, eyebrows furrowed as he squinted. The boy let out a big yawn as he turned in his chair to stretch, but turned to see you standing with his jacket, waiting for him.

"Oh! Were you waiting for me?" Sooho asked as he stood up from his seat, finally awake. You handed him the jacket as you bowed slightly, "Thank you for lending it to me. It was a big help."

Sooho waved it off as he responded, "It was nothing! Besides, it was my fault since I... you know... dropped the soda".

The both of you made your way to the cafeteria, taking trays of food as Sooho paid for yours too, taking a seat at a table near the corner.

"So what should we talk about?" Sooho asked as he took a spoonful of rice and shoved it into his mouth. He acted as if he'd been starved for a week. It'd be impossible to tell a beast from Sooho.

You hummed as you thought about it for a few seconds.

"What do you like to do after school?" You asked as you used your chopsticks to pinch a piece of kimchi, placing it into your mouth as the taste engulfed your tastebuds.

Sooho thought about it as he responded with a mouth full of food, causing several rice grains to drop from his mouth.

"I work part-time at a barbecue place, and I do deliveries on two days. I don't go home because I'm scared I'll fall asleep and miss school. I can't miss school," Sooho shared as he saw the curious look on your face as you placed a spoonful of soup in your mouth.

"Why can't you miss a day of school?" You asked as Sooho responded, "I need to graduate with a perfect attendance. My grandmother wants me to graduate with a perfect attendance, even if I don't end up going to college. So, what about you? What do you do after school?".

You picked at your food as you shared a little, "I go to cram school and then I go to help my grandparents at their bookstore. Their bookstore has a lot of books so I don't have to go far to get good selections. Cram school, is cram school. There's nothing special about it, just the 7pm to 10pm classes every day,".

Sooho laughed a little, making his eyes crinkle as he joked, "I guess we know which one of us will go to college".

You smiled a little as you scooped a spoonful of rice into your mouth, continuing your conversation with the boy.

To everyone around you, it seemed as if the both of you had just met after being apart for 10 years and were catching up on the many years you'd spent together before that. The both of you seemed to connect very well, talking about everything from games to food to stuff worrying you around the neighbourhood. It seemed like you'd finally found someone for you.

You walked down to the parking lot near the school as Sooho put on his helmet, his bag in the trunk below the seat. You were about to wave goodbye to him when he passed you a helmet, patting the seat behind him as he said, "You told me that the distance from the school to your cram school made it hard for you to eat properly. I'll send you to cram school from now on, so eat properly or I'll start packing you lunches like a cooking club member".

Your mouth was practically hanging open as he took the helmet from you, putting it onto your head as he slid the face shield down, tapping the helmet lightly as he ushered you to get on.

The wind felt comforting for some reason. You weren't sure if it was the weather, the vehicle or the boy with you, but your heart seemed to speed up as fast as the motorcyle as your arms were wrapped around the boy's waist, eyes wandering around as you looked at your surroundings curiously. It wasn't often that you'd get on a motorcycle and definitely not with Sooho.

It wasn't just you who felt the speed up of your heart, Sooho could feel your heart pounding on his back as his eyes were focused on the road, not wanting to injure either of you nor his motorbike. He drove with caution as he smiled to himself every time you saw something cool on the way, 'ooh'ing every time.

Sooho lifted the helmet from your head as your hair dropped down to your shoulders, some strands left, a mess on the top of your head. Sooho reached for the mess as he combed his fingers through your hair, making sure your hair was neat.

"Don't go around alone anymore. Byuksan Middle School might be an elite school, but the schools around us have scary students. If you need to go anywhere after school or after cram school, call me, and I'll pick you up. Don't wander alone anymore," Sooho said as he placed your bag on your shoulders. You look at him, wondering what this sudden feeling blooming in your chest.

You coughed as you excused yourself, cheeks red as you walked to the entrance of the cram school, turning to give the boy a small wave as you walked in, disappearing into the crowd of students. Sooho managed to give a small wave back as he kept the extra helmet in the seat storage, heading to start his delivery gig early so he could get back to the cram school by 10pm.

He was right on time. You excited your cram school as you waved goodbye to some friends you made as per Sooho's suggestion after the mini lunch date you both had. He was leaning on his motorbike, phone in hand as the LED lit his face blue, his eyes focused on the screen. The sound of students exiting seemed to catch his attention as he raised his head to meet eyes with you.

"Sooho? You're here?" You asked as Sooho took your bag from your shoulder, putting it back in the storage box as he reponded, "Why not? I told you I'd be here. My grandmother always says, 'Sooho! Don't let a girl walk by herself! Don't let her carry her own bag, and don't let her spend her own money!' So I'm kind of like... your hero? I'll save you anytime anything happens." Sooho mimicked his grandmother as you couldn't help but laugh at his horrible impersonation.

This became a daily routine as Sooho began to reserve the helmet only for you. He would never come late and would stay true to his word. He would buy you snacks if you had make-up classes at cram school, buy you dessert to go along with your school lunch, and always have an umbrella if the weather was down.

Sooho ran. His motorbike was outside your cram school while you were nowhere to be seen. He initially thought that maybe you had some extra work to do or someone held you up, but when he saw the familiar friends he saw you hanging out with many months ago, he couldn't stop himself.

"We haven't seen her since Physics class. Physics was at 9pm. She looked at her phone and suddenly left, saying she had an emergency. " Your friend informed Sooho as he started to feel tense.

"Which direction did she run to?" Sooho asked as your friends muttered amongst each other, trying to get a definite answer.

"She ran out and ran out the gate towards the Byuksan Alley," Your friend told him as the words 'Byuksan Alley' made him run towards that place as fast as he could.

"Sooho, can I tell you something?" You asked the boy as the both of you sat at lunch as per usual. It had become a norm over the past few months, and the both of you could be considered... best friends? What everyone knew was that both of you were insperable.

Sooho hummed as he looked at you, giving you his unwavering attention.

"I think, with everything happening between you, sieun and beomseok... beomseok sent some girls after me. They didn't do anything, but they said that I better watch out," You told Sooho as his face changed into one with anger. He turned to give the disgusting boy a glance as he responded with false calmness, "If anything ever happens with them, call me first".

Sooho turned the alley as he saw you on the floor, your uniform painted red as girls with white surgical masks on their face, uniform unbuttoned revealing black shirts and skirts at their knees, kicked you repeatedly. By their side, there were guys in school uniforms too, watching the violence as if it were some sick variety show. You were ambushed. You didn't expect them to find your number and threaten you with Sooho's life. You had no choice.

"Sooho!" You called out, trying to alert him in case he was in the area. He said he'd always save you, he will... right?

Sooho ran in, kicking the first guy in the chest, making him fall against the wall with a thud as he elbowed the next guy in the lungs, causing him to cough. Sooho took the chance to punch him in the face, not leaving him any time to recover. He then turned to the last guy, who looked at him, trembling. His eyeballs practically vibrated as Sooho walked up to him. The guy took off running, leaving the three confused girls.

"Baby, why did you run...?" The girl kicking you asked as she turned to see her boyfriend nowhere in sight, and her two friends' boyfriends on the floor, knocked out.

The three girls turned in horror as Sooho spoke, "Why would you do this to her? She didn't even do anything, and here you are, kicking her as if she did something to you. "

The three girls looked at each other as the middle one muttered, "Beomseok asked us to do it. He said that she told on us that we had smokes.".

Sooho scoffed. Just because a liar told them that she told on them for cigarettes? She didn't even know them, much less cared about whether they died early because of chemical sticks.

"Leave, and don't bother her again," Sooho said as he bent down to check your bloodied uniform. Your head had dirt marks from the shoes of the girls and your tears made the dirt coat your cheek. Sooho wiped the dirt off with his thumb as he smiled.

"I told you I'm your hero now, didn't I?"

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WOAH MY FIRST SOOHO FIC AND ITS LONG(?) WITH ALMOST NO ANGST OHMYGOD GASP OHMYGOD!!

[icantthinofacoolname]

You know the thing about snowdrop is that it's not just about romeo and juliet not getting to be together it's that the WHOLE FUCKING THING ACHES all that happened and the ending showing everyone going on with their lives and all three of them dying with all the things they did for their country and they way they died???? Young ro losing everyone and everything she ever had and she has to live all her life trying to forget all that happened and like killing a character right before they have a chance to live the life they want IS THE WORST THING EVER and then we have the friendship between kang moo and sooho that was built so beautifully in the middle of all that imagine how could it be if sooho got out of it alive.I'm too dramatic about this but i can't help it .it all fucking aches.

[coffeetraces]

Any hope for a happy ending in snowdrop?

I have been staring at this since receiving this question earlier this week because to be honest, I really don't know what to say yet after that heart-condition-inducing episode 9.

All I can say is, at least it's not zero? lol. All roads lead to a tragedy, to be honest. While waiting for Episode 10, I kept looking back at the teasers and rewatching the past episodes and based on mere personal observation and pessimism, the my few possible endings are:

(1) sooho dies for youngro, also as a slap to her own father who prioritized the "country" (dictatorship) and his agency's political ambition (possibly also a slap-in-the-face that a north korean literally saved a south korean, which the government should have done instead of prolonging the hostage).

this thought/idea can also be the source of rage of the people of south korea to not elect a ruling party's candidate, ignite revolution and democracy, and the downfall of the dictatorship. 1987 was also the country's transition to democracy, so at least maybe that topic can be included on the finale. so this may be a happy ending, but not for youngro and sooho.;

(2) youngro dies (probably in the hands of chungya, because youngro takes the sense of nationalism in sooho; or in the hands and/or order of nam tae-il or the soldiers themselves), this is most likely because of the "killing 13 virgins" elements that even hong ae-ra (her stepmother) is willing for her to die. and i feel sooho will also blame himself. (optional: may also kill himself, romeo and juliet style of dying together);

(3) they die together (romeo and juliet style, yeah, director WE GET IT), and probably the more-than-zero percent of them having a happy ending is through the afterlife;

(4) they survive; sooho and youngro comes to term with not being genuinely able to be together so they maximize their time together on the dorm & the loft on the fourth floor like their little bubble despite the hostage and tension below them, then sooho escapes with his comrades back up north, youngro goes to safety but her life will never be the same since she might be tagged as the reason why sooho did what he did; but still eventually they would see each other again. this may be a stretch (every thing here is lol), but maybe they will meet in a different country where they can start fresh as individuals, and maybe together?;

(5) either of the two will come out safely of the dorm by their own means, and the government will still commence with their plan to kill all those in the dorm, so either of them would think the other is dead because of the bombing. and then they will go on with their lives on their own, and maybe soon they will just meet the way they first met? through a cafe? paper plane? eruption concert? no i'm just kidding lol OR they also die romeo and juliet style because of it.

it has already been tragic that these mere "pawns" and commoners' (hostages) enemy in the situation is the two countries' governments themselves. based on the teasers and episodes, both NK and SK are willing to kill all of them, even sooho's father. and sooho would definitely lack the ability to protect youngro anymore since chungya would now be their leader and this will have consequences for him. the last 7 episodes will definitely hit us like a convoy of trucks. i kind of stopped speculating anymore when every single result that came out was beyond my imagination because every single one, MOST ESPECIALLY EUN YOUNGRO, is so unpredictable.

but i do feel that youngro and sooho will be more comfortable in showing each other how they feel, minus the guns and bomb-pointing at each other. youngro might have softened with sooho because of that knock scene, and they might have that farewell/closure scene on the prayer room like in the teaser, and the kiss from that disney+ art card is them wearing new clothes AND IS IN THE FOURTH FLOOR !!!! i kept thinking how the hell they can go there but the anticipation for that to come out is frustratingly too mUCH!!!!!

i'm sorry that this has been a stream of consciousness type of answer but yeah. i slightly still hope for a happy ending. very, very slight. after all, despite the romeo and juliet and civil wars and hostage elements, the name's still snowdrop: a flower that blooms at the end of the winter and the beginning of spring. maybe they still have hope? maybe part then meet again between winter and spring?

if not, i pray for haesoo friendship forever instead. or haesoo endgame IRL imagine how cute they'll be AND THE GENES!!! THE BABIES!!! jk we don't want to force them but like what youngro said on the blind date, we'll let fate decide.

If you read this until here, IF YOU HAVE ANY SPECULATIONS TELL ME IN THE REPLIES OR REBLOGS PLEASE i need every one else's thoughts too!!!

[pink-ribbon]

SPOILERS 4 SNOWDROP KEEP SCROLLING

(episode 4) why is bun-ok so annoying & won’t mind her own business 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 also imagine ruining ur entire life for a man who didn’t even kiss u or go down on u for all that u have done for him💔💔💔💔💔💔 this level of simping… this episode is so tragic. + youngro’s friends are so cute 🥺 I wish I had friends who cried over me leaving like that 💔💔💔💔 I’m so sad, it’s the way sooho finds youngro’s message… UMMMM THE ENDING..?.?,,!, GOODBYEYEYEEH

[taehyungiestummy]

Lucky -- Chapter Twenty-Nine

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         “The border is right up there,” I nod, messing around with my bow in hopes of burning off my nervous energy.

         “Do you think we will be late? Or early?” Hansung asks.

         “Right on time,” I grin, looking around at all the boys around me.

         All the Hwarang and Nangdoo are on foot making our way to the border. Master Wihwa and the other teachers are on horses. Once I told everyone my idea, I went from lucky to strategist. Even Master Wihwa was praising the brilliant Star Eyes to all those who could hear. This will all end once we get back to the Hwarang House.

         “Look,” Hansung points ahead of us.

         I focus on the scene that is unfolding in the distance. There seems to only be two Hwarang on horses, and then a group of citizens are panicking on the ground. Soldiers of South Buyeo are all on horses as they aim bows at the people. In fact, some people are already injured and dead.

         Without even true commands, multiple boys and myself shoot arrows right at the soldiers. Then we rush into the field to protect the citizens who have been caught in this terrible situation.

         I spot Sunwoo with a busted face and Jidwi as the ones on the horses. BanRyu and Sooho, the latter having an arrow in his shoulder, are on the ground. Ahro is among the scared citizens. It makes me so angry to see everyone like this.

         I smirk as I stand among the rest to protect the weak from the strong.

         “I don’t know who you are,” Master Wihwa speaks up, settling his horse between Sunwoo and Jidwi’s horses. “But you are currently on Silla’s land. From the looks of it, you lost your way while hunting. You are very close to being mistaken for starting a war. By chance, you wouldn’t be South Buyeo’s Crown Prince Chang, who chased our peace seeking delegation that was not accompanied by troops?” He directs at the man on the lead horse. “If not, you sure look like a bunch of robbers.”

         I nod, looking over all the men that have hurt people on our side.

         “What would you like to do? Why don’t you observe Hwarang’s skills before you leave?” He raises his hand, and we all get into fighting stances.

         The bow in my hands feels right as I grin.

         Then the lead man edges his horse closer, and then he speaks. “I was so caught up in tiger hunting that I crossed the border. Please, forgive me immensely for that.”

         Master Wihwa chuckles. “If that is the case,” he bows.

         “Today, I leave you with a debt,” he is looking at Sunwoo. “However, the next time we meet, at that time, let’s finish the hung, Jinheung.”

         I sigh, lowering my bow as the men ride off.

         The cheers of the citizens behind us make us all relax. We have won this time. Everyone is safe.

         “Sooho,” I gasp, turning to rush up to the boy who is only on his feet thanks to BanRyu.

         “Ah, Ara,” Sooho smiles through the pain. “I think this wound deserves a date.”

         I roll my eyes, “It seems that you will be perfectly fine. I can stop worrying. Now, it is time to get everyone home.”

         “Sunwoo is the King,” Sooho chokes out.

         “Sure he is,” I look away. “And I am a foreign princess. Now, let’s start the journey home.”

         Sunwoo is not the King, I just know it. Something about him doesn’t add up for him to be the Faceless King. It’s too easy for him to be King.

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         The dining room is filled with laughing, yelling, and excitement as everyone is talking about the fight at the border. We all feel alive, and I can’t stop smiling. I’m squished between Sooho, who now has his arm in a sling, and BanRyu, who seems more relaxed now. It feels amazing to be here.

         From what I can piece together from the stories that everyone is giddy about, the journey went something like this. On the first night that they stayed in an inn, they were robbed by starving farmers that had no other choice. They took all the gifts for the prince, as well as the supplies for the trip. That means that the next night they slept outside, and Ahro is the reason they had any food as she helped nearby citizens. Thankfully, they arrived in South Buyeo the next day, but other than not sleeping outside, it didn’t get much better. The prince was not happy that he got no gifts, and Ahro was arrest for helping a small child. The four Hwarang then were locked up for trying to do the right thing, and the princess could do nothing.

         This lead to Sunwoo confessing he was the King so no more people would get beheaded the day after, as the Crown Prince was told the King was among the Hwarang there. Sunwoo then had to fight the Prince to save the delegation. He narrowly won, and his wounds show it. His win didn’t save, the citizens, though. Not willing to leave without Ahro and Silla’s people, Jidwi and Sunwoo went to break the people out. Eventually getting help from BanRyu and Sooho. They got the people close to the border, but that stupid prince came to kill them all. Some people sadly did not make it, but we came before more blood could be shed. The Hwarang really saved the day.

         “It’s an honorable wound, you rascal,” Sooho smiles at whoever made fun of him.

         “It’s manly, Sooho,” I grin up at him, shoving rice into my mouth.

         “Ah, thanks, Ara,” he hisses as he moves in a way that pain shoots through him. “It’s really nothing, and if you’re a man, you should endure it.”

         “Stop showing off,” Yeowool chuckles.

         “Ah, let him,” I giggle.

         “Why aren’t you bragging, Ara?” Hansung widely smiles.

         “Seeing everyone back safe and sound is enough for me,” I shrug, a big smile on my face.

         “You came up with the plan to come to the border for us, right?” Sooho asks.

         I nod, “It was common sense. If you needed help on the way back, then we should be there. Simples as that. Everyone has given me enough praise, and now you guys deserve to get all the praise.”

         “Sunwoo got hurt,” Hansung pouts.

         “I hope that he got his wounds treated,” I shove more food into my mouth.

         “After the fight, if he’s not dead now, I’m sure he will be fine,” BanRyu speaks up for the first time since he’s been back.

         “I told you, he is the King,” Sooho pokes my side.

         “What about Jidwi? Where is he?” I look around the room, but he’s nowhere to be seen. “I saw him earlier, but he should be here with us.”

         “It might be too much for him,” Yeowool shrugs. “Are you still worried?”

         “No,” I shake my head, making sure that I have no food left on my tray. “But I do want to check on him.” I maneuver my way off the bench, leaning down to press a kiss to Sooho’s cheek. “Nice work taking an arrow for someone else.”

         “Thank you,” Sooho’s cheeks barely redden. “Nice work coming up with such a good plan.”

         “A pleasure,” I giggle, rushing out of the room to get outside.

         The evening is calm, and the stars are out in all their bright glory. It feels right to be outside with the chaos going on inside.

         “Now, Jidwi, where are you?” I mumble as I begin my search.

         It doesn’t take long for me to find Jidwi, as the boy is rushing towards me with watery eyes.

         “Jidwi, I have been looking for you,” I call out, trying to reach for the boy. “I wanted to talk.”

         “Leave me alone,” Jidwi snaps at me, shoving my hand away.

         “Oh,” I mumble, stumbling back in shock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you.” I blink back tears, but I will myself not to shed them for him.

         “Ara, no,” Jidwi takes a deep breath, grabbing my shoulders to look in my eyes. “I should never snap at people. Most of all you.”

         “Is something wrong?”

         “I think my heart is breaking,” his voice cracks.

         “Oh, Jidwi,” I sigh, reaching up to cup his face with one hand. “Was this your first love?”

         “Yes,” he nods.

         I know that he’s talking about Ahro, and I know that my doctor friend is in love with Sunwoo. How he saw them together or figure out that they are dating is beyond me, but I can understand his sadness.

         “I don’t want to bother you with my problems,” he brushes my hand off his cheek.

         “Let’s stargaze somewhere,” I tenderly smile. “We don’t have to talk, just look at the sky.”

         “Your eyes will always be prettier than the sky,” he leans down to press a kiss to my cheek. “But I’ll gaze at the stars with you.”

         A heat rises to my cheeks. “Show the way to whatever you think will be a good place.” I take a deep breath, “It’s nice for you all to be back.”

         He pulls away, grabbing my hand and tugging me off with him. “It’s comforting to be back.”

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         “Well, Ara, what is on your mind?” Yeowool asks as we walk around outside.

         “Relief has been on my mind since last night, with everyone finally back,” I answer. “Though, I hope Sooho’s wound heals quickly.”

         “He took the arrow for Sunwoo, you know. He really believes that Sunwoo is the King.”

         “I still think Jidwi makes more sense to be the faceless king,” I shrug. “It really doesn’t mean anything until the Queen confirms who’s King.”

         “You’re right,” he sighs. “Hey, is that Hansung standing over there being weird?” He points, and I follow his finger to see that Hansung is standing all by himself.

         “That’s him,” I shake my head. “What is up with him recently?”

         “Let’s go ask him,” he grabs my hand, leading us towards Hansung. “What are you doing?”

         “Is something wrong, Hansungie?” I furrow my eyebrows as I look at the boy.

         Hansung is staring down an area that rounds a corner. “Those two aren’t siblings anymore, are they?”

         Yeowool places his free arm around Hansung’s shoulder. “What are you talking about?”

         I follow Hansung’s gaze to see Sunwoo and Ahro walking together. “It’s cute,” I giggle as Sunwoo pats Ahro on the head.

         Hansung bites his bottom lip a few times.

         “Ah,” Yeowool takes his arm off Hansung. “He learned how to treat his sister from Sooho, so that’s why he’s like that.”

         “They aren’t siblings, though,” I wiggle my hand out of Yeowool’s grasp.

         “Wait,” Hansung looks between Yeowool and me before looking back at where Sunwoo and Ahro were. “If Sunwoo is the King, they’re not siblings,” he says after a pause.

         “Is that how it works?” Yeowool asks.

         “It’s a bit more complicated,” I mumble, having known the truth since Ahro told me not long ago.

         Hansung sucks in a breath, “Then what are they now?”

         “Whatever they want to be,” I poke Hansung’s side. “Come on, we have class soon, and we have nothing else to do.”

         The three of us take our time to reach the classroom, where a few boys are already gathered. Not meaning to, but not really caring, we split up to sit with whoever we decide.

         “Hey Jidwi,” I plop down next to him. “Doing any better?”

         Jidwi shrugs, “I don’t really know what to think.”

         “I wish I could say something to help, but my troubles are different than yours.”

         “A princess like you should never have to deal with trivial troubles like that.”

         I shrug, “It’s part of life, and reminds me that I am just like everyone else. That we all go through troubles with love, and it will all work out.”

         “I guess so,” he sighs.

         It’s a little while later before the rest of the Hwarang arrive, and then Master Wihwa enters, causing the chatter to cease.

         Master Wihwa slowly ascends the steps to the raised platform, and then faces us. “The subject that you will learn about today is the Book of Odes. It if the songs of the people which has been passed down by word of mouth for a long time. Inside are the lamentations of the people’s difficult lives, yet there are positive images. Also, there is resentment and pity for the powerless King.”

         I barely look at Jidwi, but he makes no real reaction to the mention of king.

         “Today, I am going to show you all a poem. The title is ‘Large Rat.’” He pulls a cord to release a scroll with the poem printed on it. “Who would like to read if for everyone.”

         I shift in my seat.

         “Jidwi, why don’t you try reading it?”

         Jidwi lifts his head to see the poem, and then stands up with a small grunt. “Rat, rat, large rat. Don’t eat my barley. I took care of you for a long time, you aren’t looking after me.” He stops, as if the words are slashing him. “Surely, I will leave you, and leave to go to that happy nation. Happy place, happy place. I will find a way to justify myself there.”

         I feel hurt for Jidwi, but I am not sure why. The poem isn’t about him, but it clearly bothers him.

         “The rat here symbolizes the ruler,” Master Wihwa says. “In the poem, the king doesn’t take care of his people. He’s hiding and eating grain. Just like someone in real life. If a big rat eats the people’s livelihood, all those people will leave. A king without his people is no longer a king. Do you understand the meaning of this poem?”

         “Yes!” I answer with the rest.

         I glance up at Jidwi as he stares straight ahead. His pauses stand out in my mind, and I wonder if he is angry at the lack of action that the King has done, or angry because he has done nothing as King. Master Wihwa chose this poem for a reason, and it will be on my mind for a while.

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         I lie in bed, a book in my hands on my day off. All the boys are off doing their own thing, Ahro is busy with doctor things, and going home would just make me miss it more. It’s nice to relax in an empty room and read all day, so I am happy.

         “Ara?” Hansung’s tired voice fills my ears.

         I turn my head to see Hansung in the doorway in his normal clothing. He looks tired out of his mind, and I can only guess that he’s been training with Danse. “Hansungie, is there anything I can do for you?”

         “Cuddles,” he rushes over, collapsing onto the bed. In seconds, he is snuggled into my side.

         “Are you training?” I place my book down on my stomach, placing an arm over him.

         “On a break. Danse insists that I get better, but I hate it.”

         “I know,” I rest my cheek on the top of his head. “I wish I could help you, or make it fun for you.”

         “How do you do it?”

         “Me?” I take a deep breath. “I have a lot to prove, so I have to work hard. Archery is a blast, so I don’t have to worry. Everything else I do is to show people how wrong they are.”

         “I wish I could think like that.”

         “You don’t need to think like me. I don’t want you to think like me. I like how you think. All carefree and loving.”

         “Thanks for saying that, honey.”

         I giggle, “How long do you get to be on this break for?”

         “Until Danse comes and starts demanding that I spar with him again.”

         “Oh, Hansungie, did you run off?”

         “No, we needed a drink, and I just left him to come to you?”

         “Did you know I was here?”

         “I got lucky,” he shifts away moving to look at my face. His eyes not meeting my gaze. “I just want to be with you. I enjoy being with you, like this.”

         “I enjoy being with you too,” I tenderly smile.

         “I never want us to be apart,” he leans forward so our noses touch. “Danse is intense, and you are soft.” His voice is lower, and his breath on my face is driving me crazy. “My hearts longs for you.”

         “Hansungie,” I breath out, feeling my cheeks burst with heat.

         “I’m sick of the bone rank, and tired of being looked down on. Honey, I just want to be with you.” He slowly erases the distance between our lips. His soft lips are on mine in a second, and I let my eyes close.

         “Hansung!” Danse’s voice shatters the moment.

         Hansung pulls away, brushing hair off my face. “Why? Why can’t I just have more than a few minutes with my honey.”

         I bring my hand up to cup his cheek. “You’ll, no, we’ll have our time. For now, we have to do things that we may not want to do. Spend time apart. But you are my reason to keep going, Hansungie.”

         “I should go before Danse finds us like this. He’ll start yelling and whatnot.”

         “Yeah, I’d rather not be lectured by him.”

         “Keep enjoying reading, honey,” he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Tell me about it later.” He jumps up, rushing out of the room.

         “I will!” I call after Hansung.

         It takes a few minutes for me to compose myself enough to pick my book back up. Even though I cannot focus on the words on the page. I’m too giddy from Hansung’s actions. The smile hurts my cheeks, and I can’t stop moving from all the energy.

         “That boy,” I happily sigh. “He drives me mad, but I love it.”

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Ah! So, how do you feel about Ara and Hansung? Or do you want Ara to be with someone else? Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading! I always love to know what you thought! :D

[tearsona]

I’m loving your headcon of true beautyy, i was imagining something in my head while watching because seojun main babe even tho i ship junkyung with sooho! but you’re writing it and its so much better thank you 💖💖 btw my name is also ana!!

i’m glad i got to put into writing what u were having in mind :,) hope u enjoy the next parts <3 also HELLO NAME TWIN I HOPE U R HAVING A GOOD DAY 💖