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slytherinshua · 11 months

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LOVE LESSONS

genre. fluff. mutual pining. whc1 w/o the angst au. warnings. they're both whipped. pairing. sieun x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. (wish it was longer damn) request. no. a/n. happy birthday @yeonjuns-redhair i love you so so so so much you'd better enjoy it 🔪

Sieun hadn’t taken much interest in girls during his life. Other than the fleeting first crush he had when he was fourteen, girls had been the last thing on his mind as he focused all his energy into his grades. But there was just something about you that Sieun couldn’t ignore. Without realising it, he was falling head over heels in love with you and he didn’t even have the courage to speak a single word to you.

You sat a seat up from Sieun one row over, a spot which allowed him to admire you silently whenever he wanted (which was increasingly becoming the only thing he wanted to do). Whenever the window was open on a warmer day, the breeze would always reach your hair and blow in just the way to take Sieun’s breath away. He had become an expert at pretending to be absorbed in his notes like he always was, but his gaze always found its way to you eventually.

The first person to realise was Sooho.

“You like Y/n or something?” Sooho teased, dropping into the seat in front of Sieun, making him look up from his notes which hadn’t been added to in the past 20 minutes despite the pencil in his hand.

“Is it obvious?” Sieun said in a panicked voice, eyes glancing over the mostly empty room just to make sure no one was listening.

“Given that she has the power to take your attention away from your studies, I’d say so.” Sooho pointed out, grinning.

“What do I do?” Sieun sighed, dropping his pencil, dropping his head into his hands.

Sooho leaned back in his seat, pretending to think, “Ask her out, obviously.”

Sieun’s eyes widened, “What?”

“What?” Sooho echoed.

“I… I can’t ask her out.”

“Why not?”

Sieun flushed, “...She’s too good for me.” He mumbled.

Sooho raised his eyebrow at this, “Oh, you’re more whipped than I thought.” He gave Sieun a lopsided grin, finding the younger boy adorable. “Let me guess, you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” Sieun shook his head. “Don’t worry,” Sooho nodded as he spoke, “I can help you.”

“How?”

“Private lessons.” Sooho concluded, standing up and patting Sieun’s shoulder before walking out of the classroom. Sieun stared at him as he left, feeling the anxiety rising and he tried to gulp it back down.

Sieun’s first “private lesson” took place the next day. As he worked his part time job at the restaurant, Sooho gave all the advice he had to Sieun. Most of it went right over the smaller boy’s head, but he tried his best to at least write it all down on a notepad. He would need all the help he could get in order to even approach you, so he studied diligently.

“Figure out what she likes first. If she likes strawberry smoothies, buy her a strawberry smoothie. If she likes stuffed animals, buy her one. But be nonchalant about it, like you just happened to know that it was her favourite. Girls don’t like it when boys are obsessed with them.” Sooho explained as he sorted cans of soda.

“Am I too obsessed with her?” Sieun said suddenly, halting the movements of his pen.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. She’ll love you, you’re very lovable once you open up.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“And what if she does? Stop overthinking it and write down what I say, okay?”

Sieun left that first lesson overwhelmed. He had never thought so hard about how much eye contact to make or what pick-up lines to use. He was starting to feel like maybe he couldn’t do this. You were way out of his league and didn’t even know he existed. He was stupid to even try.

When he arrived at school in the morning, his head felt as cloudy as the sky outside. It was encroaching on a darkness but still clung to the cusp of a light grey. The clouds swirled around and hid the sun, a harsh breeze shifting the leaves on the trees.

Sieun opened his backpack to get out his notebook, but his attention was immediately drawn to a small bottle of mango juice. Sooho must have stuck it in. He grabbed it and found a sticky note with unmistakably Sooho’s handwriting scrawled on it.

I heard from her friend that this is her fav— remember what I told you ;)

Sieun sighed and peeled the sticky note off of the bottle, recalling all the steps Sooho had meticulously given him the previous day. Act cool, don’t try too hard, don’t act interested at first, etc.

Sieun busied himself with studying for the next hour, waiting for when you arrived to class so he could give you the juice. You walked in with a boy beside you and Sieun’s heart sunk. His eyes flickered between you and the boy who was clearly clinging to your side. Sieun thought that maybe you looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t know for sure. He just forced himself to look down at his paper, missing the way you instinctively looked at him, a mixture of disappointment in your face.

Sooho offered Sieun a ride home after school, eager to know if he had successfully made a move on you. “Did she like the juice?” Sooho asked brightly, passing Sieun the motorcycle helmet.

The other boy was silent as he put it on, still processing his disappointed emotions. Why did it make him feel like he was about to explode seeing someone else so close to you?

With the long pause, Sooho was quick to pick up on what had happened, “Don’t tell me you didn’t give it to her?” Sieun nodded quietly, affirming Sooho’s suspicions before sitting down on the motorcycle without another word. Sooho sighed and joined him, turning on the engine with a loud rev and entering the lane on the road.

You had known Sooho since your 5th birthday. He was that one kid who no one really knew why they were invited to the party, but ended up being the star anyway. He had caked you in the face on your 7th birthday as a prank, and now it was a tradition at every birthday.

No one was really aware of how close you two were, since you didn’t spend much time talking at school. Sooho was always sleeping and you were always spending way too much time being distracted by the most beautiful eyes- studying. You were studying.

It had been months of your studying being rudely distracted by this… certain someone, and your grades were realistically suffering because of it. You needed to do something about it, and luckily for you, Sooho was friends with this boy. It was like the stars had aligned.

“Sooho!” You sat down loudly at the desk in front of the sleeping boy, earning a tired groan as the boy attempted to wake up from his slumber.

“What?” He rubbed his eye lazily, waiting for you to bring up what was so important as to interrupt his precious sleep.

“I need to confess or else my grades will crash and burn.” You said dramatically, much to the confusion of the boy in front of you.

“Who are you confessing to?” He asked groggily but a bit more alert than before, thoughts of Sieun’s failed confession running through his brain immediately. What if you liked someone completely different? Should Sooho still encourage Sieun to confess to you?

“Sieun…” You muttered weakly.

“What?” Sooho’s eyes brightened when you repeated Sieun’s name in clarification. “I have a plan.”

Sooho’s plan was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. How the heck was randomly showing up to Sieun’s apartment going to achieve anything? What did he expect you two to do? Eat dinner?

Sooho had dropped you off 30 seconds ago and sped off on his motorcycle before you could figure out exactly where you were and bombard him with questions. He didn’t give you any instructions, any pointers. All he said was that Sieun had something to drink. You were confused and a little annoyed and scared. You would probably embarrass yourself in front of Sieun and then that would be the end of it. You wouldn’t have the courage to even look at the boy ever again.

You hesitantly knocked on the door since Sooho had threatened you in case you chose to run away instead of doing anything. As the door opened, you were faced with the pair of eyes that you expected. You watched as shock flickered over them.

You could practically melt right then and there just from looking at him. You had never actually seen him in clothes other than his school uniform, and while he looked good in it, he looked infinitely better in this; a soft crew neck and sweatpants. You could only imagine how comfortable it would be to hug him or even cuddle-

Your thoughts were shut down when Sieun spoke, a little timidly, “Do you want to come in?” His voice was soft like it always was. He never really talked much. Even when answering questions in class, he spoke in as few words as possible. You couldn’t lie, you found it endearing.

You nodded and walked through the door, finding the apartment unsurprisingly clean. You took off your shoes, staying in just your socks. Sieun tried to look for a spare pair of slippers to give you, but the only pair was his dad’s which were comically too big for you.

You gave up the search and walked to the couch to sit down. You could feel this warm feeling in the air, like some simmering tension. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it gave you the slight sensation of butterflies in your stomach.

Sieun sat next to you on the couch but not too close and you were both silent. You weren’t sure what to say or where to start. You had asked Sooho for help with confessing, but it would seem too abrupt to start with that. You wanted to warm up to Sieun first, though you weren’t sure how long you could wait before the words fell out of your mouth.

“Do you want a drink?” Sieun asked and you smiled. So Sooho wasn’t lying with that part.

“What are the options?”

“Uh…” He dropped his head, thinking for a second before running to the small fridge and pulling out a bottle of mango juice, “You like this… right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

Sieun’s lips turned up into the cutest smile you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt like you were floating on clouds from the elated feeling. You made him smile.

Once you had received a glass of mango juice, the conversation started flowing a bit easier. You talked about school and hobbies and your favourite foods. Though Sieun didn’t say much, you could tell he was always listening to what you were saying. That was a bit unusual to you. You were always used to being ignored or thought of as obnoxious when you talked, so you rarely felt comfortable saying what you wanted to. With Sieun, however, you felt like you could say anything and he would listen.

It was late in the night and Sieun was preparing a small dinner for you both. He had been overwhelmingly kind and considerate that you felt your will to not confess being slowly withered away. You were about to crack, you could feel it. As soon as he did one more thing to make your heart flutter, you would have to spill it otherwise you were sure you would explode.

Your resolve was finally broken while you were eating. You were sitting across from Sieun on the floor, food spread out as best as Sieun could make it. You had a small bit of sauce on the corner of your lip, and before you could notice yourself, Sieun had leaned across the table and wiped it off gently with his thumb.

Your cheeks flushed pink at the touch. You were lucky you didn’t have any food in your mouth otherwise you would’ve probably choked. You were stunned, staring at the boy in front of you. And then he smiled as if he was shy but happy to help. You could see his ears had turned pink at the tips, and then finally your mouth was spitting out words before your brain could catch up.

“I like you, Sieun.”

“I’m nervous I’ll do it wrong.” Sieun whispered, head dropped to look at the floor. You could see his cheeks a bright red and you were sure that your boyfriend was the cutest thing this world had ever created.

“You won’t be able to mess up cuddling, I promise.” You reassured him.

“But I’ve never done it before… What if-”

“You’ve hugged me before.” You cut him off. He nodded. He had hugged you, many many times. He wanted to hug you right now. “It’ll just be like a prolonged hug… except more relaxed.” You understood how the thought of cuddling could feel daunting for him. He had been touch-starved his entire life. “I’ll show you how it works, but… you need to come here first.” You giggled and patted the spot next to you on the bed.

Sieun’s face flushed more and he joined you carefully, scooting next to you. You grabbed his wrist and tugged him even closer to you, “It’s hard to cuddle when there's a gap between us.” You explained with a smile.

You decided it would be best to make the first move, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest. He was even more comfortable than you could’ve imagined, and you wondered why you hadn’t done this before. He smelled clean and calming, your nerves instantly becoming soothed by being so close to him.

He had tensed up at first, not sure how to respond and hyper aware of how fast his heart was beating. You were so pretty and the fact that you were hugging him so closely? Sieun would probably never recover. He figured that wrapping his arm around your shoulder would be natural, and he soon discovered that the position was 10 times more comfortable that way as you snuggled even closer to him.

“Your heart is beating so fast… Nervous?” You mumbled, peering up at him with a small teasing smile.

“Yeah…”

“Me too.” You whispered, a smile growing as you could feel both your hearts beating at the same fast rate.

Sieun was an excellent cuddler, he just didn’t realise it. He naturally started rubbing your arm in a soothing way until his hand travelled up to your hair and started playing with it. You were sure you would become addicted to cuddling him after this. Maybe you would ask him to cuddle with you everyday…

“Can I kiss you?” You asked suddenly. Sieun’s hand stopped playing with your hair.

“I… I’ve never-”

“I know. Me neither.” You said shyly, “It just… seemed like the right moment, but if you don’t-”

“I do. I really really do.” He said firmly and smiled a little. Your heart was already melted from the cuddles, but it was as good as evaporated at the sight of his smile.

“Okay.” You cupped his cheek cautiously before leaning in, not quite touching his lips, waiting for him to lean in as well. He pressed his lips to yours softly, timidly moving them in case you were uncomfortable or he was doing it wrong.

Sieun was an excellent kisser as well.

↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair

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evalevaeva · 6 months

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rival | yeon sieun

warning : death

Yeon Sieun wasn't just a schoolmate. You wouldn't have considered him a friend or someone you hate. The two of you acknowledged each others existence, knowing that the other person existed simply because of one piece of paper that was pasted on the signboard of Byuksan Middle School's notice board every few months.

"First : Yeon Sieun," That was what the board would read every month from the first year of school, but somehow by the third test of the fourth year, yeon sieun's name was not first.

"Did you hear? Yeon sieun got knocked off first place!" Students began gossiping as yeon sieun stood in front of the noticeboard, face blank, but his eyes showed anger.

To say he was angry would be an understatement. He aas furious, his heart pumped faster and he could hear ringing in his ears as he walked back to his seat, acting as he would on a normal day as the students in the class looked at him, muttering and whispering to each other.

"Congratulations! I can't believe you did so well for the mock exams! You'll definitely ace the exams by CSAT year!" The sound of female students congratulations caught Sieun's attention as he raised his head to look at the window in the corridor.

You were walking with four other female students, a large smile plastered onto your face as you shook your head at your friends' words, shy from their compliments.

For the first time in a long time, Sieun felt the feeling of inferiority creeping up his neck like a silent monster. His grip on his pen became tighter as his eyes were glued onto the notebook in front of him, not wanting to think about the result slip on the noticeboard.

"Sieun," You called out his name as you held your tray of food. The boy looked up from his English textbook as he looked at you, his earpieces still in his ears as you exhaled, feeling the awkwardness creeping up your arms.

"Could I sit here? I wanted to talk to you about certain subjects because I'm still not at my best," You asked until you realised that he was ignoring you, eyes glued back onto the text on the book in front of his face as you sighed, turning to walk back to the table with your friends.

That was over a year ago, and by the actual examination, sieun was back on top, with you being in second. That didn't bother you. You weren't aiming for the top, just high enough to get into a good school later on in life.

By the last year of school, the teachers saw that both of you were high academic achievers, which led to their decision to make both of you seatmates.

The air was tense at first. You never knew if you should talk to him or wait for him to start a conversation. You chose the latter, thinking back on your only other encounter with him the previous year.

Over the course of half a year, you were still struggling with Additional Mathematics, and you could never really understand it. You would've asked your classmates but only one other student took Additional Mathematics with you, and that was, lo and behold, Yeon Sieun.

It was break time, and on a usual day, you would've been at the snack bar with your friends deciding what to eat, but today wasn't the case. You had to figure out how to do the hard questions before the exams, and you were still struggling. The teacher was no help, simply telling you to check with Sieun. If you could, you would've.

"The shoelace method."

You lifted your head up from the paper as you turned to see sieun still writing in his notebook, despite you having just heard his voice.

"The shoelace method...?" You questioned him again as he turned to you, his face with his signature cold look, but he was offering help, who were you to reject that?

Sieun adjusted his seat as he moved slightly closer to your table, his chair slanted in your direction.

"I assume you already know the formula?" Sieun asked, not looking at you as his head was tilted slightly, reading the question carefully as he clicked his pen, writing down in blue ink as he explained.

"Take the points in the anti-clockwise direction. The first point chosen must be repeated..." Sieun explained as he wrote down the formula and numbers for the polygon.

You should have been focused, but somehow... having yeon sieun so closd to you made your heart jump. You gulped as you blinked, hard, focusing on the problem at hand.

"You can use the numbers in the motion of a shoelace, x1 with y2, so on and so forth, and eventually, you'll get this answer," Sieun wrote down the final answer as you looked at him, feeling starstruck.

Everyone knew he was smart, but getting to experience his academic ability first-hand made you feel a newfound respect for him. He knew his work, and he made sure he did.

That single event with both of you led to a more comfortable atmosphere as the days passed. Sieun didn't act like you didn't exist, and you could talk to him easily, most of the time.

A simple 'good morning sieun' and a nod back was a more usual occurrence between the both of you and the teachers were more than elated by that.

On that particular day, you didn't seem yourself, even sieun could see it. You didn't speak nor look at anyone in the class as yoj entered, head hanging low as you sat in your seat. You took out your books and placed them on the table, placing your head on them as you closed your eyes, feeling the lack of sleep beginning to seep in.

Your situation at home led to your current state, but you couldn't tell anyone. It's normal academic pressure, it was nothing to worry about ; you chose to believe it. Your grades were beginning to slip, slowly like a snake creeping up with its venom. Your parents weren't happy, a screaming match ensued the moment you arrived home at the start of the week and it was already Friday. You were exhausted. Emotionally and physically, you were done.

"Wake up. The teacher's here," Sieun muttered as he tapped on your shoulder, causing you to flinch as you woke up from your five minutes of sleep.

"I'll be announcing the winner of the additional mathematical olympiad competition that was held recently," The homeroom teacher spoke, but you were to busy beginning to doze off as the teacher's sudden mention of your name caused you to wake up once again.

"Congratulations, this prize is awarded to this student for achieving first place in the additional mathematics olympiad." The teacher announced as you stood up, walking to the teacher to receive the certificate, before plopping down on your seat once again.

"Yeon Sieun, second place," The teacher announced as loud gasps were heard around the room.

You opened your eyes as you saw Sieun at the front of the class, taking the certificate half-heartedly as he gave you the same glare he had given you a year ago, over the mock exam results.

"Now, now, settle down class," the teacher shouted over the muttering and chatter in the class while you were trying to grasp a few more minutes of sleep.

Everyone had gone for their lunch, and it was just you and sieun in the classroom.

"Was it fun?" Sieun suddenly asked, he was seated, facing the board as you turned to him, confused and exhausted.

"What?" You questioned back as sieun turned to you, his eyes glaring at you ad he continued, "Did you just want help because you wanted to surpass me? To get first place?"

You were too tired for this. Everything was becoming a blur in your head.

"Look, if you wanted to win that math olympiad, you could've said so. I didn't even want to take part in it, the teacher in charge signed me up," you muttered as sieun suddenly slammed the desk with his arm, causing it to turn red with each second that passed.

"You're lazy, and all you do is leech off of others. You ask me for help in everything, but can't even do such a basic concept like polygons." Sieun scoffed as you turned to him, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden aggresiveness.

"What is wrong with you? Just because of a stupid math competition, you're attacking me? Watch your mouth yeon sieun," You spat back at him as he turned to face you, his anger reaching its limits.

"You're pathetic," Sieun stated heartlessly as you stood up, grabbing your textbooks, shoving them into your bag, not caring if the covers or pages were bent. You made your way out of the class, walking down the hallway as you made your way to the main office.

"I'm not feeling well. I need to go home," you told the receptionist as she handed you the form to fill out to leave school early.

Sieun's words were echoing in your head as you thought about his harsh words. He was just like everyone around you. Your parents, always telling you to work harder, unsatisfied with everything that you did for your academics.

You walked down the path from the school gate to the bus stop as you quietly wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. Floodgates were about to be released, but with the many people at the bus stop, that would be embarrassing. Your vision was still blurry from the lack of sleep, but you kept repeating in your head that it was nothing to worry about.

That was until your legs gave out, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, your head facing the road as you felt people calling out to you. They sounded mumbled, as if you were underwater. The world seemed to become a whirlpool as you inhaled deeply, before blacking out, the last thing being the sound of the ambulance.

The next week came, and Sieun walked into the classroom, waiting patiently with a box of milk, patiently waiting for you to arrive. He had thought about his actions over the weekend and realised he had lost his cool over something minor, and he had definitely hurt you. He tried to convince himself that he did the right thing, but he couldn't. Remembering how you looked at him, face full of hurt and hands trembling, he couldn't.

The bell rang, and the boy looked up from his notebook to see the seat next to him empty. You didn't arrive. Maybe you were late? He told himself as he placed the milk under your desk for you to see when you arrived.

"I have news to share with all of you," the teacher started as she walked into the classroom with a vase of white flowers, the atmosphere becoming heavy. The teacher was barely ever serious unless something bad happened, and that wasn't a good sign to sieun.

"Our classmate has passed away on Friday. I would like everyone to remember our dear friend as someone who was hard working and could be relied on."

Sieun's ears seemed to ring. A high-pitched ring with a buzzing feeling in his head as he turned to look at his classmates. Only your seat was empty.

"Sieun," the teacher called him as he snapped out of his daze, realising she was standing beside your table.

"I hope you're alright. I know the sudden news shocked you seeing as the both of you were quite close," The teacher said as she placed the flowers on your desk, leaving it as sieun couldn't help but stare at it.

You were gone, and the last thing he called you was 'pathetic'. He was so caught up in his inner turmoil that he was so blind as to not see you suffering right in front of his two very eyes.

Sieun reached out his hand, his hand grazing the clear vase as he thought of when he'd pat your head when you'd sleep in class. He didn't expect that the next time he'd see you, you would be in a casket, with a large potrait of your school photo in front of it.

"You must be yeon sieun." a voice called out as sieun turned to see an old woman in a black hanbok, a chief mourner badge around her arm as sieun nodded.

"You were always spoken highly of. My grandchild would always come home and excitedly tell me about how she talked to you more with each day that passed." the old woman told sieun as he looked to the ground. He felt ashamed, as if he shouldn't have been there. Even in death, you'd still find a way to clench his heart.

Sieun sat at his desk at home, staring at the wall. He felt as if his soul had been removed from his body. He always felt void of emotions, but somehow, he felt like there were too many emotions.

One drop, two drops.

Sieun felt his tears running down uncontrollably, not being able to keep himself together. Sieun never had many friends, but somehow, he always found you sneaking into his heart as someone dear to him, as someone he'd want in his life.

But it was too late. You were no longer a rival, but a friend.

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MY ASS BRUH I WORKED ON THIS FOR 2 HOURS AND IT TURNE DOUT LIKE SHIT IM SO MAD AT 4:38AM AND ITS JFJFJRWBWJ

also the math part was kind of entertaining to write other than the fact i couldn't write the formula in so pls imagine it

#whc1 #yeon sieun #sieun fic #sieun x reader #ahn sooho #ohbeomseok #weak hero #weak hero class 1

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jaimeslay · 6 months

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Study time

Welcome to the first fic posted on this account! Pairing: Suho x Sieun (Platonic) Show: Weak Hero Class 1 Warning: this is a tickle fic, move on if you don't like that ___________________________________________________________ Suho desperately needed to study. It’s been a fact known to him, he just could never find the motivation. Then along came Sieun, his now close friend. Sieun was a bookworm, always studying or doing schoolwork. To Suho that seemed a bit like torture but it would be the best person that he could ask for help. Finals were fast approaching and Suho still couldn’t figure some stuff out, so he decided to ask Sieun for help. Reluctantly, he agreed and that leads to the current situation. They were both at Sieun’s place at a table, working on Math. “Do you understand how to do this Suho?” “No, it’s still confusing me.” “I’ll go over it again.” That cycle went on for almost an hour, and in all honesty, Suho was getting bored. Can you really blame him for dozing off while Sieun was looking away? “Do you understand-” Sieun paused in the middle of his sentence, realizing that Suho was no longer asking questions or answering him. Turning to face the other, he sighed as Suho had his head on the desk, snoring softly. “Wake up.” “Wha- I’m up I’m up.” Suho shot up, rubbing his eyes and trying to act awake while looking at Sieun, who simply looked annoyed at that point. “Stay awake or you will regret it.” “Okay okay, I’m listening, go on.” Sieun continued on with his lesson and Suho struggled to stay awake, occasionally dozing off on his hand before jumping and waking up again. He really did try, but as Sieun was explaining the quadratic formula, he fell asleep again. “So that’s how you do the quadratic formula, do you understand?” Sieun waited for a few seconds before turning around again and sighing. He shifted over to Suho and rested his hands on Suho’s hips, tapping his fingers on the bones slowly. “Suho, I warned you about falling asleep.” Suho grumbled something softly in his sleep, but squealed and jolted upright when Sieun began to rub circles into his hips. “WHAhAT- hEHEy quHuit tHAHAT” Suho yelped and cackled, falling back and laughing harder as Sieun pinched and kneaded into his hips. “Why? I’m helping you wake up.” “iHIhIT tIHICKlEHES” “I’m tickling you, of course it’s going to tickle if you are ticklish.” Suho let out a rather embarrassing squeal as Sieun scribbled his underarms, squirming wildly, trying not to hurt Sieun while doing so. “I asked you nicely, and you didn’t listen, did you?” “iHIHIm sOHohORRY iHI SWHEHEaR” “Are you really? Or are you sorry you got caught sleeping?” Suho went pink and tried to hide his blush, but Sieun had already seen it and was sure to point it out. “It seems like you are enjoying this, you have not told me to stop yet.” “SHUHUT uHUHUP” Sieun smiled slightly, but pushed it back, instead deciding to nibble at his hips, driving Suho crazy. “I’LL STAHAY UHUP IHI SWEHEAR” With that, Sieun pulled away, getting some water and giving it to Suho. “Now can we continue without you falling asleep?” “Yehes, sorry about that.” Sieun continued his lecture and this time, Suho didn’t fall asleep, paying more attention than he did before.

#weak hero class 1 tickle #jaime writes #whc1 tickle #tickle fic

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mosviqu · 8 months

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thank u mon @zzoguri for tagging me o:) this was a lot of fun

post snippets from 3 wips and 3 published fics

WIPS:

distraction, a fatal attraction (lee chan) :: this was originally supposed to be a drabble but you know me. a bitch cant write anything below 10k :,) inspired by dino's lowkey hinted alcohol problems

ahn suho fell first, but yeon sieun fell harder (whc1) :: the title is deffo a work in progress as well LMAO also idk if this will ever be finished and seeing the light of my dusty ao3 account but i adore this wip a lot i think my writing style is kinda good in here. my babies need a happy ending i am never letting this drama go

and there was only one bed ?! (park jihoon) :: this fic idea is so stupid but i love my stupid fics TT i was gonna switch this into a tbz fic bc treasure fics get ZERO traction on here but you know what im gonna do it for my man jihoon he deserves it

POSTED FICS:

millennium bug (eric sohn) :: my deobiblr debut hihihihi i adore this fic a whole lot i havent felt so good about a fic in ages :,) this scene is very intimate at least in my eyes lol

sympathy subtraction (chwe vernon) :: my longest and most fav fic to this date and my most fav scene ive ever written. dont talk to me abt this fic bc i will get emotional and cry

potential (zhong chenle) :: idk why i chose this scene but this is my fav fic ive written for the neos i think LOL

#if anyone read all of those i am sending yall a forehead kiss #i would tag my writer friends but i feel like everyones done it already:(#🌺

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asterdust · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

tagged by @extraordinarilyextreme thank youuu!!! missed these things

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 23 ???!#?$!#!#!#!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? — 92,124 (a whole fucking high fantasy novel already... i know)

3. What fandoms do you write for? — it depends where my brain rot is... right now it's lianhualou and weak hero class 1

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

a family portrait (weak hero class 1, suhosieun)

because it takes two to whisper quietly (bad buddy series, kornwai)

and i've been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted (stranger things, ronance)

we were there, first love (bad buddy series, patpran)

we could be immortals, just not for long (stranger things, steddie)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? — i do!! i think it's lovely and i'm really happy getting reactions or feedback from other people in the fandom!!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? — angsty... hmm... i don't advocate it in my system unless im consuming it or it ends in a happy ending lol on that bleak moonlit night is probably my saddest but that isn't angsty i guess???

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? — as you can see, i am very much fond of writing happy endings. when my ships don't end up in canon or one of the pairings ends up dead or half-dead....... i will write a thousand ways to keep them alive

8. Do you get hate on fics? — hopefully not. there was one time wherein this reader accused me of spoiling them the last episode of bad buddy (when it hadn't aired yet) because i wrote a fic out of the fucking preview lolololol my bad i guess

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? — only one time! it's for a 骷髅幻戏图 (phantom skeleton painting) fic called meet me in that memory. it's just one scene but it was really difficult to execute.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? — if you count that one story i wrote in high school wherein all my favorite dystopian and fantasy book series characters were trapped in a totalitarian institution... I didn't even know they're called fanfic back then ^_^

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? — hopefully not! but if someone ever did, i hope u get a really bad stomachache for a month

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? — no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? — not yet

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? — there is just too many to mention

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? — two of my whc1 fics... and there's 1 lhl that's been dusting on my gdocs like... where is the motivation to live i'll just pretend to d word and change my name

16. What are your writing strengths? — people say it's dialogues? i do love a good script.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? — describing? emotions? i don't know. can writing also be a weakness of itself?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? — hmm I've tried it for my original works (in my native language) but it's not working for me... maybe this isn't bad if executed well

19. First fandom you wrote for? — the grip hyyh yoonkook had on me

20. Favorite fic you've written? — my favorite fic is all's well that ends well to end up with you, a patpran fic. there's just tenderness and cleverness and patpran-ness in it that i cannot explain.

tagging: @tunnelofdusk @returning-spring @redemption-revenge @difeisheng

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brrrkdslek · 2 months

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i take most including dark fics; stepcest, yandere, etc. i do not take; rape, sa, incest, etc. writes for fem, male and gn readers. large amounts of smut, with luv. requests are currently open!

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i write for mostly kpop groups; ateez, seventeen, stray kids, etc. of course mostly ateez xoxo. i will take requests for animes, kdramas and other shows i watch; jjba, aot, mha, demon slayer, ror, jjk, kakegurui, blue lock, bloodhounds, whc1, the uncanny counter, atla, b99, steven universe, etc. and of course i never forget about my cdrama girls and boys; the untamed, heavenly official's blessings, word of honor.

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aus, mostly drabbles and maybe headcannons in the future, honestly i take everything except for what i've mentioned before lmao. i've learnt to finish writing one smau/ series before moving to the next.

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whenever the fuck i want LMAOOOOO. listen i cannot sit my ass down and have a planned schedule of when i post what and shit on what idgaf and i'll post whenever i want. i've gathered that i either post consecutively or i post every half to a month idfk gyalz soz.

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#others #requests #schedules #idfk other shit ig???#requests open #send reqs plz im beggin yall

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sohnric · 7 months

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wip tag game! 🍒

rules: "post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips."

thank you sm for tagging me ally! @winterchimez

white shirt (eric sohn)

fruit roll ups (kim sunwoo)

distraction, a fatal attraction (lee chan)

and there was only one bed?! (park jihoon)

language of averted eyes (lee jeno) *

are friends electric? (zhong chenle) *

ahn suho fell first, but yeon sieun fell harder (weak hero class 1) *

teach me how to love (park jihoon???)

note: i included all the wips that have either at least something written out already or the fic has an outline ready AHAHA if i included all my random fic ideas, this list would be TOO long. also some of this fic titles are not final (esp. number 1, 8 and 7 lmao). fics w a * will be posted on my nct blog if i finish them! (ao3 for the whc1 one)

#not tagging anyone because im pretty sure everyones done this already 🤡#tp #tag game

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parkersgarage · 2 years

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Blog Rules !

general note: I interact from ccawz

For requests

i do not do explicit nsfw, there will be an occasion where i’ll do a joke or imply sexual themes but i’ll never go further. (as of 7/2023)

I don’t write with fem pronouns I’m used to using gender neutral, thanks.

My fics are very dialogue heavy (I love dialogue)

Sorry, but I no longer write for stranger things

For any tgm readers; anyone from tgm, INCLUDES CYCLONE! Special preference for Hangman 🫶

For bloodhound lovers; anyone is fair game EXCEPT anyone from smile co 🙅 sorry I just don’t like any of them. Or Mr. Choi, idk how I feel about that. Yang-Jung and Du-Yeong are a big YES though.

For whc1; sooho and sieun only

For D.P.; an junho and han hoyeol only <3

Honestly, I don’t write request that often so I prefer to call them suggestions. There is no guarantee that I will write a request you send in and I have every right to deny or not write a certain request.

Please don’t let that stop you from sending in something if you want, it may sit in my inbox for a while but I get them done eventually 😸

DNI/BYF

DNI if; you are racist, lgbt-phobic, headcanon characters to be racist/homophobic/etc. fit basic dni criteria, or send hate through anon

BYF; im inactive most of the time, and there is a chance where this blog is left to rot. I don’t use tags! Posts will likely be left unmarked so bear with me. °

spoilers would be tagged ‘(show) spoilers’

^ ex: //(cw/trigger)

° in reference to tags, I mean like regular posts, not fics.

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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genre. fluff. a bit of angst(?). mention of friends to lovers. warnings. brief mention of injuries. pairing. sieun x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. i've only watched 2 ep of whc1 but sieun is my baby so i needed to write for him 😭

You knew your boyfriend was trying to hide what was happening at school. You could see that he was stressed from how reserved he had been recently. He didn’t want to dump his problems on you, but not knowing exactly how he kept popping up with new cuts and scrapes or why he seemed so out of it was concerning. No matter how many times he passed it off as injuries from PE, you knew the boys at his school were jerks, and you knew in the back of your head how he kept getting injured, but you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

He hadn’t responded to your texts from this morning which was your last push to come over and check on him whether or not he wanted you to. He wasn’t home when you opened the door and you sighed, dropping your backpack on the couch and brushing off your school uniform a bit. You checked the fridge for things to cook, but of course, there was practically nothing. Microwave meals were plentiful and the odd non-perishables could be found in the cupboard, but there was no real food.

Given the empty state of the apartment, you figured he probably wouldn’t come home that soon. You should have time to rush out to the store and get enough veggies to make a spicy soup— Sieun’s favourite. You smiled, selecting the best looking produce and greeting the older ladies in the store politely.

You set some music on and started to get to work chopping the onion and celery. You had spent years in this apartment even before you started dating Sieun. His father was friends with your father, and until recently, you used to live next door. You remembered all the times that Sieun had helped you study or kept you company when you were going through a hard time. Everything had been strictly “just friends” back then.

You probably would still be friends if you hadn’t been bold that one night. Or maybe it was you being sleepy. Or both. It had been New Year’s Eve and you were staying up while Sieun studied. You tried to get his attention away from his laptop and notes, but you had been unsuccessful until you eventually fell asleep. Sieun had woken you up at 11:58, right before the turnover, knowing you would be upset if you had missed it.

When the clock struck midnight, it was like an instinct to pull your friend in for a kiss, and luckily, he reciprocated. He confessed he had harboured a crush on you since 7th grade. You had never seen him happier than back then.

You still made him smile more than anyone else, or you liked to think that. The way his face brightened when you came over was almost addictive. You wanted to see him smile brightly every day, and you savoured every time you were able to make him happy.

You got out your notebook and started to study while the soup simmered on the unused stove. You really needed to pester Sieun about healthy eating habits and remind him that those boxed meals didn’t hold much nutritional value compared to a home cooked meal.

The turn of the doorknob and the soft click made you look up from your pages filled with diagrams, formulas, and scribbled notes. Sieun froze when he saw you and you didn’t miss the way his Adam's apple ducked down in a gulp. He felt nervous.

“Hey,” You offered him a smile, one that you knew he would have trouble reciprocating.

“Hey,” He mumbled back, pulling his backpack off his shoulders slowly, setting it down on the floor with a thud. “I didn’t know you were… coming over.”

“I texted you.” You said awkwardly, hoping Sieun didn’t blame himself for not seeing it.

“Oh.” You saw the panic flash over his eyes slightly before they returned normal and you frowned. It was silent for a moment and you silently prayed that tonight would be relaxing for your boyfriend and not stressful.

“I should… go study.” He coughed out to break the silence.

“Sieun, wait-” You called out softly, hesitating a bit as soon as the words left your mouth. He turned around, waiting for you to talk. You were suddenly flooded with just how much you missed him. You couldn’t remember the last time you had hugged him, let alone kiss him. Neither of you needed a lot of physical touch in a relationship, and you knew better than anyone what was comfortable for Sieun. But it had been weeks, and you felt as if you didn’t hug him right now, you might combust.

“I don’t mean to be… annoying, or keep you from studying… but it’s been so long. And… I miss you? Even though you’re right here in front of me, I really… really miss you. I just thought, maybe… tonight we could…” You trailed off, finding it hard to choke out the words in the first place while he stared at you, listening intently.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured softly, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly. You felt relieved to be in his arms again and your arms circled his waist securely. “I missed you too.” He whispered so softly that you were sure he half didn’t want you to hear it.

You smiled, resting your head against his chest, so close that you could hear his heart thumping steadily. When you pulled out of the hug, his cheeks were pink and you laughed, only making them turn a brighter shade.

“Stop,” He mumbled shyly, and you felt like you fell in love with him all over again. Your body acted faster than your brain as you pulled him closer again, this time pressing your lips to his softly, sighing contentedly when he kissed you back.

You didn’t have to convince Sieun to stay by your side instead of studying. He spent the rest of the night with you, eating two bowls of your warm soup and thanking you over and over again. You knew that he was referencing more than just the dinner that you had made when he said it. You all but dragged him to the couch once you had both eaten, settling down and wrapping your arms around him again. He held all the comfort in the world to you, and if you could stay in his arms forever, you would.

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evalevaeva · 6 months

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abadoned | oh beomseok

warning : bullying , violence

The sun was beginning to set as your body hit the wall, feeling your a sharp pain in your shoulder as your head hung low. Your hair covered your face as you felt the side of your lip, moist with blood.

"Your little boyfriend left you to get the beatings by yourself? What a coward," The girl before you laughed as she grabbed a handful of your hair, not holding back her strength as you couldn't help but yelp from the pain.

"Your useless boyfriend abandoned you so he could escape. I heard he's having so much fun with his new friends. They play pool together and they go out after school, but what are you doing?" She told you as she released her grip on your hair, turning to leave, before turning and kicking you right in the jaw.

You were on the brink of passing out. The taste of iron filled your mouth, the smell of the blood filling up your lungs.

"You're still here being our little bread runner, and you don't even have any friends. What a bummer," The girl before you spat as her minions behind her laughed in agreement. It was a routine.

One day, you'd have to run within a minute to the snack bar to get snacks for them with your own money. If you were late, you'd be in the exact position you were in. On other days, they'd do the same if you scored the highest marks for a test. There was no escape. Back then, you had a small escape from the world of their bullying and taunting, but that world left you to fend for yourself.

You were angry. Angry at the world and angry at everyone on it. Everyone turned a blind eye from the teachers to your classmates.

Your breathing was heavy as you stumbled down the pavement to the nearest pharmacy, entering it as the pharmacist was alarmed by your bloody appearance.

"Student... are you alright?" The woman asked as you nodded, grabbing a pack of oilment and gauze wrap. Placing six thousand won on the counter, you walked out with the products, knowing that would be more than enough to cover the cost of the items. You couldn't be late for cram school, no matter how many beatings you took, you'd never miss it. Good grades were your only escape from the monsters in that school. Once you graduate, you'd go to a top school, far away from the monsters who would fail in life.

Your steps were unbalanced, as if you were a newborn child learning how to walk. Your steps were heavy as you stumbled down the brightly lit shops, their neon signs shining in your eyes as you looked at the pavement, not looking ahead of you as you crashed into someone.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered as you bowed, continuing to walk until you heard a voice behind you.

"Are you alright?" A loud voice called out to you as you ignored it, but you were forced to stop when a hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Hey, you have blood on your neck... did someone beat you up?" A tall boy with short hair asked as you looked at the logo on his uniform, Byuksan Middle School.

"I'm alright, why does everyone ask? It's not like you're going to do anything about it," You answered as you shook off his hand.

You would've turned. You should've turned, but the sight of someone over his shoulder caught your attention.

"Beomseok...?" You muttered as you squinted, your blurry vision not helping. The boy stopped next to the boy with short hair as your suspicions were proven right. The nametag with the name 'Oh Beomseok' and his glasses on his face proved it.

"You know her?" Another boy asked, his uniform covered with a grey jacket as Beomseok nodded, not knowing how he should act in front of you.

"Sieun and I need to go! Nice meeting you but we'll leave the both of you to talk! Beomseok, we'll be at the game store!" The short-haired boy suddenly announced as he slung an arm around the boy with the gray hoodie, sieun, as the duo turned around and walked to a random store down the street, which left you and Beomseok.

"They still... go after you?" Beomseok asked, unsure if he should talk to you after what he had done.

"With you suddenly disappearing on them, who else would they go after?" You asked, venom evident in your words as you looked at him. He was exactly as the girls had said. He was wearing a Byuksan Middle School uniform with a cream coloured cardigan over it. When both of you were beaten at the back of the school, he would always have wounds on his cheeks and arms, but he was clean. He was like a porcelain doll at peace.

"I'm sorry," Beomseok stated. His eyes wouldn't meet yours, he couldn't, the guilt was eating him alive. He didn't expect to have to face his past so early on in his new school life, but you were here.

"You were supposed to be by my side. You were supposed to protect me, to make sure that we would escape together. Why did you do that?" You questioned as you felt the tears beginning to well up in your eyes, all the emotions from the past few years beginning to leave.

"Did you know how bad it was that day? When everyone found out you transferred? I couldn't go to cram school that day. Heck, I never arrived home. I ended up in the hospital, a gas mask on my face because they kicked my chest so hard that my lungs were at risk. Did you know?!" You shouted at the boy as you lifted your arm, about to punch him.

Beomseok closed his eyes, but the punch never came. Instead, your arm went limp, having no strength to even throw a punch at him.

"When you confessed to me, you said you'd find a way to protect us both. To get us out of there, together. So why did you get out yourself?" You questioned him. His lack of answers was starting to irritate you, your blood pressure rising as you waited for him to answer.

"My father... he said he couldn't let people know that a politician's son was being beaten at school, so he transferred me. I tried to go against him, but..." Beomseok didn't have to finish. You knew what that cruel man did to him, but you were mad.

Mad that he could escape so easily, escaping as if you never existed.

"Were you going to live as if I never existed?" You asked him softly, as your eyes were glued onto him.

"No, I swear. I was trying to contact you but you never responded," He said as you scoffed.

"Did it never dawn on you that they broke my phone? Shattered it so you wouldn't be able to contact me?" You questioned him, your tone becoming more aggressive by the second as you wiped your tears with your hand.

"I still love you. I want to get you out of there, and I will, I promise," Beomseok said softly as he took a step forward to reach for your hand but you were quick to move away as you stared at him, "Don't touch me. You know what I hate the most, and it's being abadoned. You disgust me. We were over the moment you transferred, don't worry about me. "

You walked past him, ignoring him calling your name repeatedly, trying to get you to turn to look at him, but you weren't taking anything from the person that abandoned you when you needed him the most.

"Did it go well?" A voice asked you from your right as you ignored it. It was Beomseok's short-haired friend from before, and you didn't want anything to do with Beomseok, not at that moment, never again.

"Did you sleep well?" The bully asked you as you were on the floor, your blood painting your white uniform red as your back was to a wall. They were playing dirty today. Something pissed them off and they made sure to let you know that.

"Your stupid boyfriend won't respond to our boyfriend's calls... so we obviously have to make sure his girlfriend gets it, right?" The girl said as she kicked your side, making you groan. The kick was harder than usual, which made you end up lying on your side as you felt the pain creep up your body.

Their anger was for Beomseok, but yet you got the beating. He wasn't there to save you there either, so what was the point? The world felt pointless at that point. Would you even survive to graduate?

The world seemed to spin as you heard the group leaving, your arm extended to the sky as you whispered out, "Beomseok..."

The room was silent. Not the classroom. The classroom was filled with the usual laughter and chattering of students as white flowers laid on your desk.

The hospital room was silent. The continuous, sickening beeping filled the room as you held onto your life. As if you were a bird, about to be released from its cage, your life depended on the continuous beeping.

The door slid open as your parents looked up from their palms, having cried from the worry consuming them each day. A boy with dark hair and a fruit basket in one hand.

"Oh Beomseok...?" your mother asked softly upon seeing his familiar appearance. You would always talk about him, your face lighting up and your demeanour changing as you told them about your adventures with him each day after school. He made you a different person, a better one, and that was all that mattered to her.

"Yes ma'am," Beomseok said softly as he saw your cold body on the hospital bed, fighting for your life. You didn't do anything wrong, and yet you were on the bed owning for Beomseok's mistakes.

Your father took a glance at the boy, who looked as if he was on the verge of crying, and took his wife's hand, leading her out of the room as Beomseok dropped to his knees, his hands grazing your cold hands as he sobbed into the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. it's all my fault! You were right, I abandoned you, I caused this. I should've stayed by your side, I should've stopped them, I should've protected you!" Beomseok whispered between sobs as his face was covered with tears, his nose becoming runny and his throat becoming sore as he placed your hand on his cheek, wanting to see your eyes open, looking at him. It didn't matter if you looked at him with hatred, but to know that you were on the brink of life and death, he couldn't take it. Knowing it was his fault caused him to begin breaking down slowly.

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ok i was too into it . anyways, beomseok has me torn like idk if he was a sad character or like a complete villain atp