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I’ve met someone that makes me feel seasick!
Oh what a skill to have, oh what a skill
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Suho doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. His immune system is great, and he feels in tip-top shape mostly all the time. The last time he got sick was when he was ten. So then why did he feel like this all the time now? Like he was seasick; stomach churning uncomfortably inside of him. His heart was all weird too. It would either beat wildly inside his ribcage, or give up entirely, coming to an abrupt halt.
It all got worse whenever he looked at Sieun. Or when he was close to Sieun. Or when he was thinking about Sieun. So maybe he was the problem. But it wasn’t always like this, when had it started?
Was it perhaps that time when he’d seen Sieun on the bus? Or the time he accidentally came to Sieun’s apartment for a delivery? Or maybe it was that time at the hospital. When Sieun plopped that beautiful bag of ox bone soup in front of him, then gave Suho the most beautiful smile.
Suho remembers feeling like he was going to implode. Like fire ants were crawling up his skin, like his brain was going to melt and spill out of his ears. ( “What’s this emotion?” it was most definitely love.)
That must’ve been it. The moment he fell.
It’s a hell of an inconvenience now. He can barely look Sieun in the eye. Whenever he does, he has to look away, afraid to be burned by the sun. His heart does that dumb thing, and he feels like he’s going to throw up.
And Sieun is so much more than Suho is. He’s smart, witty, and always has something to say. He’s more resourceful and a better fighter than people give him credit for. He’s so much and Suho, despite being taller and bigger than Sieun physically, feels small next to him.
(To have so many skills that make her distinctive
But they're not mine to have, no, they're not mine )
Is that really what a crush feels like? Like you’re going to die? Suho decidedly doesn’t like it. It’s nothing like those soap operas his grandma watches. The cheesy ones he hates (or pretends to).
Well, he has to say that some parts of his life are feeling like a rom-com. Mostly the com part. The comedy. Suho always feels like the butt of the joke, though.
Sieun will do all these things that drive Suho up the wall. And Suho doesn’t even think he realizes.
The way he pouts when Suho kicks his ass in video games, the way he looks up at Suho and blinks slowly after studying late into the night, the way he’s so defensive about the music he listens to (and the way he opens up only to Suho).
It’s pure madness, and it’ll surely be the death of him. Why was this happening to him? How could he function like a normal person anymore? How could anyone, after being exposed to the perfect angel that was Yeon Sieun?
Whenever she looks, I read the nearest paper
Though I don't care about the soaps;
No, I don't care about the soaps...
Though I'm acting like I'm in an EastEnders episode !
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There must be something Seriously Wrong with Suho. Yes, it’s already been established, he’s crazy, insane, loco, all of that. But seriously.
He can barely even talk to Sieun! He could have everything he wants to say perfectly planned in his head, but as soon as he goes to say it… goodness.
Take this, for example.
Suho and Sieun are sitting in the park. The weather is nice, and Sieun is studying, because of course he is. Suho doesn’t mind, as long as he can spend time with him. But it’s too quiet. Suho needs to make conversation, because lord knows Sieun won’t.
Wow, the weather’s really warming up, He’ll say. It’s gonna be sweltering hot soon, though. Let’s try not to melt, Yeon Sieun.
Cute and simple, right? How could anyone mess that up?
Suho found a way.
“Hey, Sieun-ah.”
“Huh?” Sieun responds, not looking up from his math sheets (what even is a polynomial?)
“It’s sunny. That’s nice, right? Well, not if you’re a vampire,” He doesn’t miss Sieun finally looking up, expression incredulous at best, judgemental at worst. “Not that you’re a vampire… Well you stay inside all day and hiss at the sun but…”
“What are you talking about?” Sieun asks, face blank as always. Suho turns beet red. What was he talking about?
“Huh, oh, I don’t know.” Suho laughs sheepishly.
“Weirdo,” Sieun mumbles, going back to his math (how does one factor??)
And this is my head and this is my spout
But they work together; they can't figure anything out
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Suho thinks that if his life really is a rom-com, someone should really just kill the director. Maybe then he’d be able to make sense of himself, maybe tell Sieun how he feels? He feels like he’s not the one writing this story, that it’s some cruel, money milking old man who wants the show to run as long as possible.
Just his luck.
This is truly, truly, miserable. When, oh when, would he get a beautiful fairytale ending with Sieun? One where they hold hands and run off into the sunset like a coming-of-age movie?
If this is a rom-com, kill the director!
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Suho might just be dead. Or sleeping. One of those. Because something is happening that only seems plausible in his dreams, or heaven.
Sieun’s lips. On his. They’re kissing. What?
How did they get here again? What was Suho’s name? Is he having a stroke? Did he get concussed? What’s happening?
“Shut up,” Sieun says, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Suho must have said that out loud.
“Yes sir,” Suho replies dutifully, wide eyed and in awe.
If this is a rom-com, he needs to thank the director.