#sooho fic

[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!!

[slytherinshua]

WEAK HERO CLASS 1 TEXTS

genre. smau. fluff. angst. warnings. there's angst so be warned (esp in beomseok's part lol). i tried to portray the characters as accurately as possible but it might not be perfect. and spoilers for all of whc1!! pairing. sieun x reader. sooho x reader. beomseok x reader. a/n. why am i in my smau era lmfao i also rly wanna rewatch this im ngl (do i want pain??? help.) tagging @wheeboo cause angst and @evalevaeva cause also angst (why do i love u both when you've written such horrendous fics).

SIEUN

SOOHO

BEOMSEOK

↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn

[fanfic-fairyy]

Weak Hero Class 1 - fanfic recs

Pt. 2

punishers by despiteviolence(34k)

How could he begin to tell his best and only friend that he misses him even when they’re together? That even with Suho right in front of him, he feels a hole in his middle—somewhere in his chest, maybe on the top of his stomach—like a pulsing, living thing. Like hunger.

Take Down by halahan(2k)

Thinking about it, and being so close, Sieun admits Suho is kind of tall, and he's got a nice bone structure with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thick eyebrows. His chestnut haircut makes him look a little stupid, and a little boyish.

“The chin must always be tucked.”

Nevermind.

Come Back To Me by halahan(4k)

Something is wrong. But Suho gives him the benefit of the doubt.

“Come back soon,” he says. “I can’t wait more than five minutes. I’m serious.”

Broken wings and broken bones (gather me back together) by thefrenchmistake(9k)

Suho wakes up on a Tuesday.

They figure it out from there.

the sleeping arrangement by wallacepark(7k)

Sieun watched with a glimmer of concern in his eyes. "You should come and sleep at my apartment during the nights you do delivery," he suggested.

Suho considered it for a second then shook his head. "The whole point of not sleeping in my own bed was so I don't miss school by falling asleep for too long."

"Have you ever seen me come late to class?" Sieun asked rhetorically. "I'll have you out of bed and at school before the teachers even arrive."

--

In which Suho has back pain from sleeping on the desks at school and Sieun offers Suho to crash at his place during the nights he does delivery.

the sky tinted gold by killzcount (moondaisies)(5k)

But Youngyi doesn’t react. In fact, her smile completely wipes off as she narrows her eyes at Suho. A somewhat tense moment passes before she says, “You love Sieun.”

Pause. Suho drops his unpeeled garlic clove at the same time his jaw falls open. He glances at his grandmother, who’s fortunately too engrossed with cutting carrots to have heard what Youngyi just said. Suho feels his face heat up, and he knows he’s gone red because Youngyi looks like she’s about to laugh.

“You—” Suho shakes his head. “That wasn’t even a question.”

or, Suho's long and painful journey to finally confessing.

Stay Alive by EightLeggedFox(23k)

If you could do it all over again, what would you change?

Sieun has to learn to come to grips with the fact that maybe there really is no changing the past, that fate is so called for it cannot be reversed—only accepted.

I don't want to lose you by NeedSleepBut(2k)

Soo-Ho finally wakes up and Si-Eun doesn't know how to handle all of the feelings he been trying to ignore.

Stupid by juliaforevermore(1k)

Suho is awake and Sieun has to deal with newfound feelings for his best friend.

His hand-warmer by dotindomain(1k)

Sieun finds himself missing Sooho’s after cram-school company.

Sooho arrives just in time.

Or,

Si-Eun is cold. Soo-Ho has just the perfect warmth.

[fridayvelvet]

Comfort p2

Summary:

“Wake up, please.”

Sieun’s fingers twist in the sheets holding fast, wishing Suho would wake up right now with a smile on his face and call him an idiot for crying over his body.

He would even take a long healthy scolding for choosing violence rather than the self-preservation he was taught so insistently, anything is better than the deafening silence suffocating the room- only interrupted occasionally by his own fitful crying.

It takes him a long time to notice the monitors steady beeping in the background is elevating.

Status: Chapter 2/2 now complete posted on ao3

[moonmoonpat]

10 lines fic tag game

Taken from @kuroko99 <3

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it. Then tag ten people.

A Thousand Lifetimes Away - [Lout of the Count's Family; Pygmalion & Galatea AU ]

It's a measure of an artist’s devotion to a dream, to an ambition. It's a sort of love letter, written to a craft. Rok Soo uncovers his masterpiece from the blank slate of a marble block and it comes to life beneath his fingertips. He reveals the curves of a smile, bright and joyous, the bend of an arm, strong with lean muscle. He uncovers the form of a dancer this time, alive even while frozen mid-step. There is power in their stance and a mesmerizing confidence in their expression.

2. Together we start (alone as we are) - [Lout of the Count's Family; Theseus and the Minotaur rewrite of sorts]

For Cale, forgiveness is a battle. A desperate inhale of air to his lungs. It's a struggle, difficult like the maze had been. He chases it like he had once desperately followed the delicate threads of string towards a path leading out of looming walls and perpetual darkness.  Forgiveness is the blood thrumming inside his veins and the desperate plea for survival.

3. Starfire souls and their supernova counterparts - [Eleceed; character study of Jiwoo and Kayden]

Jiwoo is the aftermath of a dying star, something murky, flickering, and barely holding on. He’s been holding on for years now, since that day when he had sat on the floor of the play area, panting and confused, and his friends, and classmates had called him a monster. 

4. slowly, slowly, our branches intertwine. - [Weak Hero; Suho x Sieun]

Sieun was a spot of unfazed calm, he just looked up at Sooho and had just bluntly reprimanded him for fighting in the class. Somewhere within those eyes, Sooho had not been seen as a threat, had not been deemed dangerous. It was addicting, being under that gaze, being examined by Sieun, being looked at like he was allowed to bring Sieun back to the present, back from the middle-distance-singularity onto which Sieun’s focus usually hovered. That feeling of cool silk poured off his form, a tangible gaze that studied him and then concluded. What was it that Sieun had seen in that moment? Did he hate it? Did he like it?

5. Give it back! - [See You, My King]

A pained mix of a yell and a sob caught in his throat, grief pouring over him like a waterfall. Within minutes of watching the statue crumble to dust; ending up here in the past and then passing out after being taken away with a stab wound- He had never really processed it all. Now, with the knowledge that his statue existed in the form of a tyrant who did not know him and had nearly killed him. The knowledge that he was trapped in the past and had no real way home. He couldn’t stop the tears from overflowing, his struggling limbs fell limp like a puppet with its strings cut.  “Please, give him back” he sobbed, muffled against the ground.

6. reverence - [Psycho Revenge; Seongbin x Sejin; NSFW]

Seongbin shivered under the weight of that gaze, of the solemn vow and the intimacy of this moment. It was something beyond their bare skin or their proximity, something beyond the fact that Seongbin had willingly given up part of his mobility or that he had even allowed someone into his home. It was the certainty in Sejin’s eyes and the constancy of that promise. It was the fact that it was just them, no masks, no screens between them, just the scared, lonely kids they were deep down inside. The vow of someone promising to stay in the one way his family no longer could, long gone and merely memories lost to time. It was the fragile petals of hopeful irises and tentative affectionate zinnias blooming in his chest, their satin petals brushing against his lungs with every breath.

7. under the cover of your light - [Lout of the Count's Family; AlCale as Patrochillies] WIP

“My mother called me Roksu,” he says one day, voice hoarse from disuse. “She told me that it meant to always grow green, even in winter” Achilles is quiet for a long moment before he speaks. “Sometimes, my mother calls me Alberu” he offers, an unspoken olive branch. ��It means power, I think.” and it’s an olive branch returned, it’s a start. 

8. I don't want the sun to burn without you - [Lout of the Count's Family; Ancient Greek AU]

He will never understand the unmaking, the sacrifice it truly is to be mortal and yet love a god. He can't because he is not mortal. He is divine and that means he will never understand the satisfaction of a lifespan, the breadth of one's tree rings, and the records of your memory. He can't see the value of the fleeting because he has never been so. 

9. I'm sorry that you have to have a body - [Lout of the Count's Family; Trans!Cale]

Calypso had taken a kitchen knife to her locks and somehow managed to saw off a good fifth of it. It was jagged and uneven, loose strands curling at varying lengths and sticking to her damp skin as she fought against the hands holding her down. “LET ME GO” she screamed, the tendons of her neck visibly jumping as she yanked on her wrists. Calypso’s hands are tight around the handle of a knife even as her wrists are captured by her maids and they attempt to make her let go of the blade.  “Calypso!” Deruth yelled, fear and anger condensing into a nauseating stone in his stomach.  She stops, and their eyes meet. In a startlingly horrible moment of clarity, he realizes that he doesn't know how to talk to her anymore.

10. Yours, Love or Sacrifice - [Lout of the Count's Family; Gladiator AU]

Sometimes, when she thought he wasn't looking, Mother’s eyes had gone dull and unseeing, the smile she always gave Roksu faded, and she looked like a corpse relearning to move. It had terrified him at the time and left him with nightmares of the day she never woke again. Now, he can think back to those moments and understand. Because Mother had never wanted a child, had never wanted to live as she did. She was a slave just as Roksu was now, and he had been her shackle. Roksu was a curse from the moment he was conceived because he was never meant to happen. Roksu does not know who his father is; perhaps, his mother didn't either. 

Goddamn that took a while to compile, lets not talk about how I consistently have excerpts longer than 3 sentences..... I'm going to be honest Idk if I know 10 writers on tumblr... soooo if you see this then you have been tagged?

[godwangyibo]

And if I write a fix-it fic where sooho and sieun do end up as a married couple then I am just fulfilling sooho's wishes🥰

[asian-drama-sickfics]

Could you write a snz fic for Hwarang the poet warrior youth? Maybe for Soo-Ho, with Ban-Ryu having to take care of him but not knowing how? But if you don't want to because you aren't used to the drama that's totally fine with me!

Y'all I don't know shit about this show but I'll give it a try. I know it's a historical drama and that's about it. But I shall do my best. I hope the person who requested it enjoys.

Sickie: Sooho

Caretaker: Banryu

Sooho p.o.v

I awoke to the sound of voices. It surprised me I woke up so easily as I'm usually a heavy sleeper. I opened my eyes and saw Banryu staring at me. "Why the hell are you watching me sleep?"

"you're sick" he said simply, I was confused, "what do you mean?"

"I mean you're sick. I was summoned this morning upon hearing you're running a fever" he explained, he moved off the chair and onto the bed. "How long have you felt sick?" He seemed to be avoiding my eyes. "I'm not sure. I kept sneezing yesterday but I thought it was allergies"

"do you have allergies?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. He stared at me. I glanced away, "not that I know of, but you never know" I sniffled, "could have developed some" he laughed slightly and shook his head. "How are you feeling?" He asked, looking almost as if he cared. "Tired, my head hurts, and my-hhhtchhu-ehhtchu-htchhu- sorry, nose itches"

"you should stay here and rest" he said, sounding legitimately serious, I gave him a strange look, "I do not rest"

"at least get some sort of medical examination. What if you're very sick? It could lead to death!!!" Banryu exclaimed, looking terrified that I would drop dead from a cold. "Banryu, I'm not that Ill. I simply just have a stuffy nose" I turned away from him and sneezed again, he looked concerned, "are you quite sure?" I nodded, "if it makes you feel better I will go to the doctor" he nodded, I sighed, not really wanting to get up, feeling achy and tired with fever.

I went to the doctor, Banryu followed, and the doctor told me exactly what I expected:

"It seems to me like he has a bad cold or a minor case of the flu. He needs to rest is the most important thing. If his fever gets much higher I will want him here, but for now he should return home and rest."

I began heading towards home and was shocked that Banryu followed me, "what are you doing?"

"you're sick! You shouldn't be alone"

"I will be alright" he shook his head. "Don't worry, I will stay with you"

"do you know how to take care of a sick person?" I asked before coughing. He shook his head, "I will do my best" I smiled, "alright. You can come" I got back home and went to rest, "do you need anything?"

"not right now. I just want to rest"

"okay" he sat next to my bed. "..."

"just in case you wake up and need something" I half laughed, "alright then" I fell asleep quickly, feeling very nice relaxing into the bed.

I woke up later, and noticed how dry my throat was from breathing through my mouth due to my stuffed nose. "You're awake' I startled at the voice, suddenly remembering Banryu had come to stay. "Yes" I sniffled, "can I get you anything?" I shook my head, swallowing hard against my sore, dry throat. "Are you sure?" I nodded, too stubborn to ask, "hhtcChhu- eh- hhh- hh-ktchUH" he handed me a cloth handkerchief, "thank you" I blew my nose and coughed into the handkerchief. He stood up, "I'll be back in one moment" I nodded, and was surprised when he came back with a small cup filled with water, "I thought you might need this" I thanked him and took the cup drinking it quickly. He smiled, "thought so" I half glared at him, he reached over and pressed his hand to my forehead, "you don't seem to have much of a fever anymore" I nodded, "that explains why I'm feeling better" he smiled, "continue to rest so you can return to full health quickly" I nodded and smiled. "I hope to" I smoothed the blankets, "do you wish for me to stay?"

"I'll probably just go back to sleep, so it's alright if you wish to leave, I'll not be good company" he smiled and stood up, "feel better Sooho"

"thank you"

[yourmostdevoted]

might finish up and post a little shse (sooho x sieun) fic tn??

[littledreamerworld]

Letter to Lim Sooho

It’s been a while since I wrote you a letter. Remember how I used to write you letters, fold the papers into paper planes and fly them. Ah! I miss those moments and here I am writing you another one, probably the last one ever. I’ve always prayed for you to be happy but I forgot to include that you should always be happy with me. Looking back, I’ve loved you for so long. It started with a one-sided crush of a fifteen-year old girl. After coming back from college, we met again and I guess I fell deeper. From the moment you woke up from your coma and asked who am I, I knew deep inside things will be different. Your eyes, it felt different since then. No more warmth, no adoration, and no more love.. but I can see you tried your best to remember. ‘Give him time’ they said and I convinced myself over and over again cause, after all, I’ve always been good at waiting, waiting for you. But I guess fate is cruel, so cruel to me. It’s like saying it wasn’t enough for me to witness our years of love fade away and your looks turn cold, I was reserved a front seat of how you fell for another.  On that chilly winter night, I’ve lost a part of me while bidding my 10 years’ worth of love goodbye. I tried so hard not to cry, I knew you would feel bad if I did. So I gather all my courage and will to look into your eyes, ohh those eyes, how I will miss them, and said it’s okay. That I’ve accepted that this is the end of our story.  ‘Be happy’ I said and I swear I meant it wholeheartedly. Now that I’m leaving Seoul, I hope I can be happy too. This city, it’s my Cornelia Street. It reeks of your presence and your memories. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend so for the first time, I’m walking away after years of walking towards you. Maybe one day we will meet again and I’ll be able to look at you and smile.  Goodbye, Lim Sooho.  

[evalevaeva]

If he wanted to, he would | yeon sieun

-"to be loved, is to be seen"

The promotional advertisement on your phone screen reflected into the pupils of your eyes as you skipped down the hallway to class 1 at the end of the corridor.

You slid the door with a thud as several students looked at you but paid no attention as you skipped over to the desk next to Sieun, your lover, as rested your chin onto your palms.

"Sieun, there's a promotion at Sooho's workplace for frozen beef rolls, you said that we could go this week, right?" You asked the stone-faced boy as he tapped on his earpieces once, muting the music, and turned to you with a sigh.

"I can't. I have to study for the mid-terms," Sieun responded as he tapped on his earpieces and continued writing mindlessly onto the paper in front of him.

The smile that was on your face a few seconds ago had dropped into a disappointed look as you got up to leave the class, not sparing the boy another look.

This wasn't the first time. If it had been, maybe you would've let it slide. Twelve times. Twelve times this has happened within the span of two months, and your patience was beginning to break. Excuses after excuses, and it never seemed to end. He never made time for you, and it looked like the future of the relationship was bleak.

You dragged your feet down the hallway as you looked at your phone screen, seeing the texts from your friend, Jinsung, whom you had rejected to go out with due to your prior 'plans' with Sieun.

"The invite is still here! I'm still up for the cafe! Haha, it'll be good to spend time with someone who actually speaks instead of someone who would rather stare at a textbook than have a proper conversation with you!" Jinsung joked over text as you gave it a thought.

Sieun never really cared about where you went and it's not like he could dictate where you went, so why not?

You couldn't help but have a small smile on your face as you twirled in front of the mirror. It had been a while since you got to dress up and go out. Your hair was curled, and your lips were pink. The golden rays of the sun were already reaching your bed, and in a few hours, the sun would set. You grabbed your purse and switched off the lights in the house, taking one last glance at the quiet house before twisting the door knob to the front door and opening it.

"Sieun?".

The boy was about to walk past your house to get to his house but stopped in his tracks when he saw your door open.

"You're all dressed up, I thought we already cancelled plans?" Sieun asked as he stared at your face, waiting for an answer.

"I'm going out with a friend," you answered, looking around, feeling awkward in front of your boyfriend.

"Who? The one that plays basketball every day and doesn't have a single care for his studies or his future?" Sieun asked sarcastically, scoffing as you stood up straight, processing what he had just said.

"Watch your mouth Sieun, today is the only day he's not going to the study room to hang out with me," You responded, looking at the boy in the eye as his gaze became sharp.

"You're dressed so nicely just to go out with him?" Sieun asked as his lips were stuck in the line that resembled the line that was beginning to crack into the relationship between the both of you.

"At least he made the effort to find time to spend time with me, Sieun! Every day of every week of every month, I ask you to spend even just a little bit of time with me, and you can't even do that! I get that studying is important, but you can go out with Sooho, but never with me. What's wrong with me to the point that you don't want to spend even one phone call with me?!" You couldn't help but shout at the boy in front of you as you shoved your finger into his chest with every word you said.

You meant it. You meant every single word.

It hurt. It hurt to be the one that he would turn to whenever it was convenient. To be the second choice, but to him, you were 'his first choice'. You never were, and you never felt that way either.

By then, tears had already begun sliding down your cheeks as your heart practically shattered in your chest. Everything you tried to keep together, to seem like you had everything under control came crashing down.

Sieun was shocked at your outburst. You were his first choice and he was sure you knew that.

"You know that I'd choose you every time," Sieun tried to console you, reaching out for your hand as you snatched it away, already feeling the hurt engulf your entire being.

"Knowing is different from feeling, Sieun. You can't expect me to understand your love language when it isn't mine, because I will never understand it."

You couldn't take it, just his face was enough to make more tears stream down your face as you slipped back behind the door and locked it behind you.

The loud knocking behind you was evident that he was still there, looking for you, but why did it take such drastic actions for him to finally be the one to reach out? The one to give any speck of effort? To finally make you feel like you were even a thought in that academic-filled brain of his. It was too late.

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hello everyone, did you miss me? :]

[slytherinshua]

FAVOURITE genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ crying. spoilers for weak hero class 1 ep 4. pairing ➳ jihoon x reader. wc ➳ 783. a/n ➳ i was rewatching this scene and it really does always make me cry and then i thought of this fic idea 😭

Your snack bowl had been discarded and you didn’t even remember the last time you had blinked. Your eyes were glued to the screen of your laptop like some kind of hypnosis was occurring. The small teddy bear that your boyfriend had won at an amusement park for you a month ago was clutched tightly in your arms, serving its role as emotional support quite well.

You were in awe at how thrilling the scenes of the drama were. And, though violent, it was quite beautiful the way the fight scenes were choreographed and executed. You had visited Jihoon on set a lot while he filmed, but you never could tell quite how the end result would turn out. The final released version of Weak Hero Class 1 did not disappoint, though.

You were on episode 4 already even though you had only started earlier this evening. You only took one break to get more snacks and emotional supports (your blanket and the teddy bear). The show was already pulling at your heartstrings— or maybe it was your boyfriend’s phenomenal acting. 

The episode was nearing the end and Sooho, Youngyi, and Sieun were in the hospital after the fight with Gilsoo and his gang. An adoring frown etched on your face at the sweet scene. Sieun was very different in character to Jihoon, but there were similarities you could spot and it made your heart warm.

[ What’s your deal? ]

[ What? ]

[ I mean, you… You’re so warm-hearted. Your eyes, how you behave, how you speak, and your face. It feels awfully strange. ]

Tears welled in your eyes, finally escaping and cascading down your cheek as Sieun smiled. The first time he ever smiled. You sniffed and pressed the back button to replay the scene, too immersed in it to hear the sound of the door opening in the background.

And you were still crying on the couch by the time your boyfriend walked into the living room. The episode had finished and the computer screen was black. Jihoon was confused— you had sounded happy and excited just a couple hours ago when you texted him and said you were going to watch the drama, so why were you sad now?

“What’s up?” He asked, moving your empty snack bowl to make a spot on the couch for him. You tried to wipe your tears and turn to him, but one look at your boyfriend and all you saw was Sieun, triggering even more tears. 

Jihoon panicked. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He pulled you closer, holding you in his arms and scanning your body to make sure you hadn’t hurt yourself physically.

You tried to form a coherent thought to answer his question, muffling a response into his shirt, “He’s just…”

Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows, “He’s just what?”

“He’s just… so… cute.” You sobbed, hugging Jihoon tighter.

“What? Who’s cute?”

You paused, a smile slipping onto your lips as you caught a hint of jealousy in his voice. You waited until he nagged you again about who this guy you thought was cute was before you finally told him.

“You’re crying because of Sieun?” He questioned curiously.

“He smiled, Jihoon.” You told him again, this time with even more emotion.

“I know. I acted out that scene.” Jihoon said helplessly. You weren’t crying anymore and his earlier panic had subsided, but instead he was left confused as to why that particular scene had left you in such a state.

“I wanna hug him.” You frowned, replaying the scene again.

Jihoon stayed silent at your comment, not bothering to bring up the fact that you kinda were hugging Sieun right now, since Jihoon was Sieun. But he just smiled and pulled you a little closer to his chest.

“Baby.” He mumbled softly.

“Hm?”

“Am I your favourite actor?” 

You sat up slightly, pulling away so you could actually look at your boyfriend’s face. “No, I think I like Hyunwook more.” You deadpanned.

Jihoon frowned, “But you were even crying over me. You haven’t cried over Hyunwook.”

“Who says I haven’t?”

Jihoon whined in protest at your teasing and you giggled and snuggled closer to him again.

“Isn’t it a bit too violent for you to be watching, though?” He whispered.

You frowned, “You expect me to not watch something my favourite actor is a lead in?”

“Are you sure I’m not your favourite actor?”

“Favourite singer? Probably. Favourite boyfriend? Definitely.”

“I’m your only boyfriend-”

You shushed him with a laugh, “But favourite actor? There’s some competition. But, hey, at least you won the other two categories!”

“I’m your favourite actor.” He muttered as if to convince himself of the fact and kissed your temple.

“Whatever you say.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair

[fanfic-fairyy]

Weak Hero Class 1 - fanfic recs pt. 2

The wait for you by ReaderofSalvation(1k)

It's probably in the way he smiles: brows lifting to disappear under the straight bangs, eyes crinkling and the dimples that appear on his cheeks. Yeon Si Eun can keep a straight face for most but for some reason, just a few of An Sooho's dumb acts make his lips twitch. Only a few.

stop looking at me with those eyes (what eyes?) by orangemoonchild(5k)

Sooho loves Sieun's eyes.

alternatively,

Sooho takes Sieun on a surprise beach date.

New person by Itsme_lol(1k)

“What’s your deal, you’re so warm-hearted,” his words came out slowly, his eyes never lowering from the boy’s face.

It was a slow, tentative smile, almost as if he was testing it out for the first time.

“Sieun, I like you.”

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Set in the hospital scene where Sieun smiles and Soo Ho confesses.

a boy is natural disaster by honeysugarchocolate(6k)

Suho realizes then that there’s nothing worse than finding out you’ve been taking the wrong medicine. Pills for loneliness. Vitamins to strengthen a weeping heart. Tucked away, Sieun is encased in pale moonlight, arms pressing just enough into Suho’s hipbones to remind him of being solid, human. Maybe bruised, but worthy of healing— tenderness.

What's this Feeling? by mistydaze(1k)

Yeon Sieun was never one for friends, so why was he so enthralled with Ahn Sooho?

The yielding of your lips (feels so sweet against mine) by thefrenchmistake(3k)

Suho is aware he’s developing an obsession.

Painfully aware.

It started with that damn smile at the hospital.

Comfort by fridayvelvet(4k)

If Suho was awake he’d throw an arm around Sieun’s shoulders carelessly nudge his head warmly against his own and make fun of him for showing up so late. The thought makes a faint smile break across his face.

“I’ve been here all day by myself and you’re just showing up now? You really are the best of my friends.” Suho would tease.

“Your only friend.” Sieun says aloud in the room, responding to nothing but his imagination.

His smile fades.

Stupid by juliaforevermore(1k)

Suho is awake and Sieun has to deal with newfound feelings for his best friend.

[fridayvelvet]

Comfort

Summary:

If Suho was awake he’d throw an arm around Sieun’s shoulders carelessly nudge his head warmly against his own and make fun of him for showing up so late. The thought makes a faint smile break across his face.

“I’ve been here all day by myself and you’re just showing up now? You really are the best of my friends.” Suho would tease.

“Your only friend.” Sieun says aloud in the room, responding to nothing but his imagination.

His smile fades.

Rating: T

Status: Chapter 1 of 2 is up on ao3

[sehorec]

Black Pearl

Author: baeksbabygirl Platform(s): AO3 Main Pairing(s): Kyungsoo/Junmyeon Word Count: 7,156 Rating: Teen & Up Genre/Trope: Romance, AU, Mermaid/Merman He didn’t mean to fall in love with the human man, but after hearing Baekhyun gush about his own human, and seeing how caring and kind Junmyeon is…well, Kyungsoo just kind of falls head over tail for him. comments: i LOVE OCEAN PPL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!

[artemishdp]

Sorry to message out of the blue but I am having so many feelings about Snowdrop and need to get them out. First, I think it's amazing that we all fell for the love story soo hard despite it being very underdeveloped lmao. It is testament to the writing and chemistry, I think. Second, wish there was fic to heal us. Third, why couldn't the both of them die?? I know the whole premise is that she is the snowdrop that survives the winter and beckons the coming of spring and that Sooho's sacrifice would be in vain if she died but she is never gonna get over him (like how the hell is any other man ever gonna compare) and they show her at the cafe while the seasons change stuck listening to the tape. Also she has no one left? Like does she even go back to school?? My heart just breaks for both of them. Poor Sooho's whole life is a tragedy and seeing where Youngro starts in the first ep and where she ends up is devastating. Man, Snowdrop has made me cry many tears.

Me too! I have so much to say bc i cant move on. Feel free to talk about it here to accompany my misery about it.

Im not even that upset that sooho died, it was guaranteed in the beginning bc he had no way to go. It was a matter of yeongro’s survival for me and every ep, the more she suffers, the more i wish they were gonna kill her instead. Yeongro is strong. Dont get me wrong. But no human can suffer that much and still have the will to live 💀 she probably has PTSD, depression and Survivor’s guilt along with her grief. It hurts me to see her hold onto him in the last few eps bc she had no one and then they make her watch him die infront of her eyes. In the most brutal way. Im so upset and mad about her fate bc she was so pure and innocent and cheery and just a sunshine personified. Watching her in the last scene, crying, stuck in the same place broke my heart.

Honestly whats even the point of her suffering endlessly? The moral lesson of this story? Besides the political one?

[godwangyibo]

A Sooeun AU

An au where sooho’s parents are still with him and his father is the mayor of seoul. Every kid in the school whose parents are affiliated with politics knows this, but they are told not to reveal his identity because he wants to live normally. He doesn’t care much about jeon youngbin and his group bullying others until they set their sights on class loner and bookworm yeon sieun and the boy piques sooho’s interest.

disclaimer: this is just an alternative universe self-indulgent thought on which I might write a fic because I like the idea of everyone being scared of sooho and of sieun by extension. Also, this way none of them would get too hurt and can marry eachother as the god intended~

ps- bum seok does not exist in this au