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evalevaeva · 3 months ago
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Oh Mama! | Ahn Sooho Weak Hero class 1
-in which Ahn Sooho sees the girl of his dreams (whc1 is on Netflix now!! Go watch!!)
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Ahn Sooho wasn’t one for wasting time, except for maybe the occasional drinks; he had more on his mind than most middle schoolers had. He had multiple part time jobs just to support himself and his grandmother, but there was always a gnawing feeling in his heart. It was almost as if he was yearning for something. Not money, but a person.
“Sooho… are you sure you’re fine?” Beomseok asked as he sat next to him.
Sooho had been deep in thought for the past ten minutes, elbow resting on the table as his hand supported his cheek. The boy seemed as if he was coming up with a master plan to take over the school.
“Why is it we never get to see the girls from the school opposite of us? I mean, we’re less than fifteen footsteps away, but we never see them. It’s as if there’s some magical barrier stopping us!” Sooho said as he took a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “They have to be angels or something if their school leaders are so protective of them!”.
Sieun grimaced as he took a tissue and wiped off the rice Sooho had spat onto his uniform. “Maybe swallow your food before you talk? Then you’ll get to see them?”.
Sooho whined to himself as he ate his lunch.
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You had never been one to spend much time in the dating scene. Maybe the occasional confession from the boys from Byuksan Middle School but none of them had ever caught your eye. You were one of the girls who could be described by the word ‘sweetheart’. Whether it was true or not, the boys at Byuksan Middle School couldn’t care less.
Maybe it was true, your grades weren’t stellar or your piano skills weren’t amazing, but you were amazing enough to have people admire you.
It was around six in the afternoon as you made your way out of school, walking on the designated pavements as you took a step out the school gate. The cold winter air was starting to arrive and you pulled your brown coat closer to your body, hoping it would be enough to keep you warm until you arrived home. Your AirPods were in your ears, a classical song playing. The piano and violin made your steps fast as you walked down the hill from the school to the bus stop. That was, until your AirPods decided to die.
“Shit…” you muttered as you stopped, taking out the case from your pocket and putting your AirPods in them. Instead, you took out wired headphones from your bag pack as you untangled them.
“Oh Mama!”
You looked up in confusion at the exclamation as you saw a boy, definitely around your age, clasping his hand over his mouth with his eyes wide as he looked straight at you from across the street. He was tall, very tall. Had a weird haircut but his face made up for it.
Your eyes went from his hair, eyes, lips then his uniform as the familiar logo caught your eye.
“Byuksan Middle School,” you muttered as you smiled politely at the boy but quickly made your way to the bus stop, knowing the type of guys that roamed in that school.
There was no in between; nerds, delinquents, bully victims and then you have the type where their only weakness is their personal problems.
From the sight of his muscles, he was definitely a delinquent type.
“Not my cup of tea” you muttered to yourself as you put your earbuds in.
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Sooho was starstruck. The poor lovesick fool sat in the cafeteria with a big grin. Sieun and Beomseok shared a look as Sieun snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face.
“Are you sick or possessed?” Sieun said as he sat back in his seat, unapproving.
“If you’re not feeling well, we could just eat in the classroom? Or go to the nurse’s office?”Beomseok suggested as Sooho suddenly slammed his fists on the cafeteria table in determination, causing Beomseok and everyone in the area to flinch from the sudden sound.
“I’m going to find her,” Sooho suddenly stated in resoluteness.
Sieun raised an eyebrow as he said, “Who?”.
Sooho simply gave him a smirk.
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Sieun could’ve slapped his friend right then and there. Sooho had dragged the two to the same spot he had seen you the previous day, wanting them to experience the same eye-opening experience.
“I have Math Academy, you idiot. I need to go,” Sieun said as Sooho had a tight grip on his coat still.
“No, you’re not getting it! If you had seen her, you’d be lovestruck too! The way she walked down the hill with the wind in her hair!” Sooho said as he practically had heart eyes, his expression dreamy.
Beomseok had a smile as he said, “Okay, let’s see if she’s here today. Do you remember how she looks like?”.
“Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure I saw her in my dreams last night. Or was it this morning? I can’t remember. Her face is imprinted…” Sooho said as he grasped his hand over where his heart was, his expression desperate, “In my heart”.
Sieun had his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his friend in disgust, “Good Lord”.
“Girls from the school down the street are known for being pretty. Maybe you’re right, she’ll really have us that smitten too” Beomseok spoke, trying to understand Sooho’s behaviour.
“Right on the jackpot my friend!” Sooho said as he gave Beomseok a slap on the back.
It had been well over an hour and Sieun wasn’t happy. The boy had a frown as he kept checking the clock on his phone. Most of the girls from the school down the street had gone home, and it didn’t seem like you were coming anytime soon.
“Sooho, maybe she’s already gone home?” Beomseok said as Sooho desperately paced the pavement with Sieun’s jacket in the grip of his left hand, forcing the boy to pace with him.
“It can’t be. She was going home at the same time yesterday!” Sooho said as he looked like a sad puppy.
“Maybe she had extra classes or club activities, idiot. She might’ve had free time after school and went home already,” Sieun said as he took the opportunity to poke Sooho in the side, causing the taller boy to release his grip on his jacket.
Sieun sighed as he said, “Maybe your little fantasy girl will appear tomorrow. Just get to your job already, you’ll be late”. The boy looked at his phone as he grumbled, “I’m already late to my academy, i’ll get going now”.
Beomseok patted Sooho on the shoulder as he reassured his friend, “Maybe Sieun’s right. She’ll be here tomorrow, I can feel it. I’ll accompany you to work, how about that?”.
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“Boss! I’m here!” Sooho sang as he walked into the restaurant and went to the back as he put on his apron.
“Sooho! Help me with these orders!” The boss, a woman in her late fifties said as she prepared the food, placing the raw meat on a tray and handing it to Sooho. “There’s also orders for more soda at table five!”.
“Right away ma’am!” Sooho saluted as he got the meat to tables six, two and ten, before going to the fridge to get the four sodas, holding it to his chest as he walked over and placed it on the table.
“Four sodas,” Sooho said as the customer turned and made eye contact with him.
“Oh Mama”.
His breath was taken away right then and there. The idiot couldn’t believe his eyes. Sieun and Beomseok were right. You had gone home. But now you were here, eating barbecue with your friends, at his workplace. Smiling and giggling with them as you engaged in conversation.
“Oh it’s you” you couldn’t help but say as you recognised him.
“Yes, it’s me” Sooho wiped his hands on his apron as he cleared his throat and stood up straight, puffing up his chest.
The other girls at the table couldn’t help but notice the exchange as you asked, “I saw you and your two friends standing outside the school for an hour. What was that about?”.
Sooho gulped. How was he supposed to explain that he had waited for an entire hour with two of his friends just to catch a glimpse of you? You’d think he was a total creep.
“I wasn’t. I.. had to pick up… my cousin!” Sooho said as he tried to play off the situation. “She’s a student there so I had to pick her up. Can’t let her go home on her own. Dangerous world out there”.
The other girls at the table giggled as you raised an eyebrow and scoffed in disbelief, a smile ghosting your lips, “your friend dragged you away from the school, I’m pretty sure. Picking up your cousin? That’s a new one. Usually they outright admit they were waiting for us and beg us for a date”.
Sooho was as finished as the meat on the grill. You had definitely caught on and knew what he was up to. Sooho cleared his throat as he said, “I have a good explanation, I’m sure. Honestly, I just wanted to talk to you. I mean, you’re so pretty and I wanted to ask you out!”.
Sooho realised what he had said as he looked at you in shock. The girls at the table also stopped as they realised what he said rambled. You looked at him, not saying a word, causing the poor boy to sweat till no tomorrow.
“I mean- Only if you’d want to?” Sooho tried to save the situation.
You looked at the boy from his head to his feet as you took in his appearance.
Tall, good looking, hard worker from the fact he was working a part time job so late at night, seems outgoing, hilarious. No cons so far.
“Are you a delinquent?” You asked him as he instantaneously denied it. “No! What would make you even think that?”.
You shrugged, “You just have the look for it”.
“Tell you what, put your number in,” you said as you handed him your phone. A chorus of ‘ooohs’ sounded from the table as Sooho hastily punched in his numbers, his palms sweaty and feeling as if he’d drop the phone at any second.
He left a missed call before handing you back the phone as he said with a sense of confidence, “I’ll text you”.
Sooho walked off to continue serving customers as you were a little taken aback by his sudden confidence. It was… attractive, and you had to admit it. Your friend elbowed you as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh shut up” you said as you rolled your eyes and ate a piece of meat off the grill.
Later that night, you laid in bed in your pyjamas as you got a text.
“Are you up?”.
You rolled your eyes with a small smile as you rolled onto your front, propping yourself up with your elbows as you typed a response back.
“I am. What are you up to?”.
Sooho sat up on the couch in the staff room of the barbecue place as he thought about it. Would you be flattered by the thought of a guy that worked several jobs? Sooho sighed before typing back a response.
“Resting at work”.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you checked the clock on your phone.
“At two in the morning? What time do you get off work?”.
Sooho immediately typed back.
“Five”.
You sat up in your bed, blanket over your shoulders as you did simple arithmetics.
“So you only rest for an hour before school?”.
That was worrying. A middle schooler barely having enough sleep? How’s his grades then if he doesn’t have time to study?
“Are you gonna have enough sleep for school?” You couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t usual for someone to have to work multiple jobs at your age. Maybe he was saving up for university?
“I will. You should go to sleep. It’s really late. Can’t have you missing out on your beauty sleep to talk to your Prince Charming ;) “.
Sooho cringed at himself while you laughed to yourself under the comfort of your blankets. This boy was funny.
“I’ll go to sleep then, Prince Charming. Good night” you typed back before setting your phone on your nightstand and turning to face the window.
Sooho leaped from the sofa in the staff room as he cheered, wiggling his butt in excitement as he texted the group chat he had with Sieun and Beomseok.
“She said goodnight!!! Thats the biggest achievement ever!!” Sooho texted as he laid on the sofa again, holding his phone to himself as he smiled.
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That was about a month ago. You sat on the plastic chair outside the convenience store as you ate your ice cream cone, Sooho on the opposite side of the table. Sooho kept fidgeting as he stole glances at you. He remembers the first time he ever saw you at the school gate and he couldn’t help but be enamoured by you every single time he stared at you.
“Do I have ice cream on my face?” You asked as you looked at Sooho. Sooho seemed to snap out of it as he sat up in his seat, “No, sorry, just falling inlove”.
Sooho often loved to throw flirty remarks like that throughout the month you had gotten to know him. Constant text messages, phone calls, visits to his workplace and he’d come to every single one of your performances at school. Sooho had been preparing himself to confess in a true-blue Sooho manner, but he couldn’t help but feel like this was the perfect moment.
“You don’t have academy tomorrow, right?” Sooho asked casually as he ate his ice cream cone.
You raised a brow, “No, I don’t. Why?”.
Sooho took a deep breath as he said, “I thought we could get a meal after school. You know, you and me, dressed up… maybe even go to that photo booth you’ve wanted to go so bad”.
“So like a normal dinner we always go to? Or is this… a date?” You asked as you looked at him with those eyes he had fallen inlove with.
“A date” Sooho said confidently as you had a smile on your face.
“You know, I’ve been waiting for you to confess” you chuckled to yourself.
Sooho’s jaw dropped. “You’ve liked me this whole time and wanted me to confess?!”.
“Obviously! Shouldn’t the guy confess? Be a gentleman” You teased as you smiled at him.
Sooho couldn’t help but soften at your smile as he looked away, “Fine, maybe you’re right”. A smile was on his lips as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.
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Sorry guys I’m so hungry rn I’m about to go into work in 10 minutes. Hope this was good ;; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything since my GCEs LOL
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almostwisegalaxy · 2 months ago
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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slytherinshua · 2 years ago
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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).
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↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn
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talistheintrovert · 2 months ago
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“How much do you remember?” Sieun says, because he’s not gracing that kind of joke with an answer.
Suho wobbles his head instead of shrugging. “Bits and pieces. Not enough, apparently - that uniform is new. You moved schools?”
Sieun almost flinches at the observation. He debates how much to tell Suho when he’s only just woken up and things are still new and everything is messy. He opts for lying by omission. “Yeah.”
Suho wakes up.
Sieun doesn't know how to tell him everything.
They go from there.
read it HERE!!
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coazysdaydream · 4 months ago
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Weak Hero Class 1 Fic recs
When I first got to the Tumblr side of this fandom, I was surprised at the lack of fic recs. So I decided to make a list myself.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43988583
Summary: Sieun’s dad isn’t home, but he never really is anyway. The living room is quiet, save for the scribbling noises Sieun’s mechanical pencil makes against his graphing paper, when Sieun says, “After we graduate, do you think we should go somewhere together?”
MT: Sieun and Suho go on a road trip. This was such a good read. You could feel Suho's longing.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58529413
Summary: “What?”There’s a pause, two, then Suho looks away and leans back with a tight lipped smile. “What’s with that reaction?” He says through a scoff, tipping his own can over and drinking the entire thing in one go.His eyes are on Sieun again and he looks like he thinks about it first before he says, “You’re stunned someone as cool and good looking as me likes you?”
MT: Suho confesses. Doesn't quite go the way he expected it to. I loved reading this.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49053067
Summary: Sieun caught a stomach bug. Sooho takes care of him. Cuddles ensue.
MT: Short and sweet
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54807964
Summary: “Aww, come on,” Suho whines, pulling back a little, “Look at that pretty mouth.” He squishes Sieun's cheeks together until his lips pucker. “So fucking kissable.”
Or, Suho gets his wisdom teeth removed and chaos ensues.
MT: I loved reading and cackling my way through this
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52246318/chapters/132161275
Summary: Sieun didn't think Suho liked the quiet, bookish types. But Sarang is pretty. It makes sense. Of course it makes sense. So why does he feel like vomiting all over his shoes?
Or, Suho has a new girlfriend but there's one problem: She's a carbon copy of Yeon Sieun.
MT: Good Lord, this was a whole ride and I loved every minute of it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48855571/chapters/123246136
Summary: Sooho just wants to sleep, make money and finish highschool. He's going to leave all the alpha-omega stuff aside for now, thanks.
MT: Adorable pre-slash abo fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43330281/chapters/108919518
Summary: 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.
MT: Another *chefs kiss* beautiful fic. I love how Sieun makes friends in this one and how Suho also slowly gets absorbed into the gang.
That's it for now! I'll keep adding onto this as I find more :)
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vyinter · 2 years ago
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omg what the hellllll I suddenly miss keun sejin too
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moonmoonpat · 2 years ago
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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?
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polyships · 2 months ago
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plotted out a modern-day 'snowdrop' fic and i'm oddly excited to start on it omg :o (w/ my fave polycule, sooho/gyeokchan/bunok/youngro 🥺🥰💕)
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yourmostdevoted · 1 year ago
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might finish up and post a little shse (sooho x sieun) fic tn??
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evalevaeva · 11 months ago
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If he wanted to, he would | yeon sieun
-"to be loved, is to be seen"
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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? :]
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almostwisegalaxy · 1 month ago
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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slytherinshua · 2 years ago
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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 😭
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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.”
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fridayvelvet · 2 years ago
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Comfort p2
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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
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littledreamerworld · 3 years ago
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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.  
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godwangyibo · 3 years ago
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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🥰
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sehorec · 7 years ago
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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!!!!!!!!!!
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