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The scene should be absurd and the fact that it’s not makes Suho sick. And it's not even the evidence that Sieun’s slept with other people. It’s the way Suho is forced to acknowledge that Sieun has changed and that he doesn’t know the person who can pick up a guy as easy as breathing.
Lost in thought, Suho stays a shadow on the wall. He’s waiting and knows exactly what he’s waiting for–
He’s been looking for Sieun for years. Now that he’s finally found him, Suho doesn’t plan to let him disappear ever again.
Or a few years after he wakes from the coma, Suho runs into Sieun at a party.
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13 Nov 2025
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crying oh my god so good…… love and loss and grief and punishment and taking care of each other in your own way like it’s second nature. yeah wow
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He clears his throat and looks away. His eyes dropping to his empty plate. “I don’t know,” he says softly. “No one ever did.”
Suho exhales somewhere between disbelief and indignation. The movie is still playing but neither of them even pretends to care now. The moaning from the screen is just background noise at this point.
“That’s a shame,” Suho murmurs.
Then, he adds, “Wanna bet?”
Or, Suho eats Sieun out until he cries.
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oh boy you drive me crazy / bitch you make me hurl by sugarrushed
Fandoms: 약한영웅 | Weak Hero (TV)
21 Jun 2025
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"You let just anyone grope you like this?" Seongje's voice surprises her, coming out deeper, a rumbling, shaky sound. Her whole body is jittery with adrenaline.
"Shut the fuck up," Sieun growls, one hand grabbing onto the fabric on Seongje's thigh and pulling herself down onto it harder.
The thought files into Seongje's mind like a System Functions Report; Sieun is using her to get off. Seongje has plenty of sexual experience, but even she isn't strong enough to remain unaffected by this.
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Seongje and Sieun meet then they fell. In bed. Together.
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Suddenly, like a blast of light—
"Hey, Kita?"
He vacillates, Shinsuke realizes. Wild vacillations. Overconfident and boisterous, sexual and flirtatious, then shy and skittish, injured and small. Which one is the real you, he wonders, turning to face him, or is it somewhere in-between? Is it somehow all of that and more?
"I won't be here in the morning," Atsumu says. "I promise. You don't have to worry about me... about me overstaying my welcome."