Could you write a WHC fic where the Union finds out, that Si-Eun is with gn Reader in a relationship? So they punished Si-Eun with beating up Reader pretty badly and sent them into the hospital (only as a mention in the fic). Si-Eun gets flashbacks from the events with Su-Ho and is for the first time in a while pretty emotional. So he waits by Reader's side in the hospital, until they wake up. Maybe with a fluff ending?
how could you be no one / when you're everything to me?
(gn reader / hurt comfort / 1k words) sieun finds himself in a sterile hospital room, waiting for you to wake up
hospitals were never scary to YEON SIEUN. growing up, he had grown accustomed to the confines of their monotonous rooms. they were predictable, in a way: bland food and cold doctors and incessant beeping was easy to drown out. it was one of the only times he saw his parents together. not in the stiff, awkward way like they were only there out of obligation and to save appearances. really together - like nothing else in the world mattered except for him.
but those days are long gone, now.
sieun wanders through the halls in a daze. nurses push past him without a care - some holding charts, others whispering amongst themselves. he stares forwards, eyes trained on the series of doors in front of him. the receptionist’s voice rings in his head. “room 417. family only.” sieun had never been more grateful to be your emergency contact.
in the face of danger, sieun can’t help but feel small. he was admittedly careless with his own life. the union was a bigger threat than he had anticipated. sieun gotten too close too fast. he pushed the wrong people in the wrong ways. and he had let himself slip. for just a second, he flinched at the mention of your name on baekjin’s tongue. he stiffened when seongje spat it out like trash. and now, you were paying the price.
sieun pauses when he reaches the door - your door. it’s wood and metal and seems to rise to the ceiling. the doorknob has been freshly sterilized and then polished. he can already smell the bleach that reeks from inside of the room. he can already hear the rhythmic beating of various machines - the only real sign of life inside. sieun takes a breath. his hand shakes. then, he raises a hand, and opens the door.
he bites his tongue. hard. bile rises in his throat. in the hospital bed, you almost look peaceful. he passes by a series of monitors, each beeping and whining and flashing various graphs. sieun tries not to look at them too closely. the bed sits in the corner, beside it a large, glass window. there’s a view of the courtyard from inside. sieun catches a glimpse of a few residents, enjoying the early fall weather before seoul begins to snow.
sieun’s breath hitches. it feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. his entire body goes stiff, almost as if someone had poured icy water down his back. he lingers in the doorway for a minute. then two. he feels like a ghost - an unwanted guest too scared to intrude. still, he can’t look away.
sieun stands motionless for so long that his knees lock up. time seems to freeze. he only moves when a nurse enters, flashing him a small, sympathetic smile. the sight makes sieun’s stomach twist. “they haven’t been asleep for long,” he says quietly. sieun simply watches as the man reaches for your chart, jotting down a few notes before gingerly setting it back in place. “there’s a chair in the corner if you want to sit down.”
sieun blinks, then nods. he lowers his head in a shaky bow but it feels more like he’s trying to hide. and maybe he is. “thank you,” he says quietly. the nurse simply nods, quietly shutting the door behind him.
slowly, as if you’re a wounded animal, sieun approaches. he follows the nurse’s advice, pulling a chair to the side of your bed. he sits so close that his knees knock against the plastic railings on the edges.
seeing you up close only makes his stomach twist more. your right arm has been wrapped in a plaster cast and carefully tucked against your side. blotches of pink and purple decorate your skin. scratches litter the palms of your hands. sieun recognizes them as asphalt burns.
a shaky exhale escapes sieun. tears sting at the corners of his eyes and blur his vision. hesitantly, he reaches forwards, gingerly taking your hand into his own. his thumb brushes against the fresh cuts littered across your knuckles. your skin feels cool against his own. sieun sniffles.
“sieun?”
the boy startles at the mention of his name. his grip on your hand tightens before he quickly lets go. he stares down at you with wide, unblinking eyes. you stare back at him with the same, loving gaze you always do.
“y/n,” he whispers. a beat passes. you smile softly up at him. then, he’s scrambling to get closer to you. sieun takes your hand into his own once again, mind racing faster than his heartbeat. you return the favor with a gentle, reassuring squeeze, and for once, it all seems to go quiet. “are you okay?”
“i’m fine.” you’re smiling brightly at him, now, still looking up at him like he’s the sun. sieun leans in, resting his forehead against your hand. you interlace your fingers together, tracing miscellaneous shapes against his hands. “everything’s perfectly fine.”
later, sieun’s composure will collapse. tears will run down his cheeks in waves and his breathing will falter into shaky, unsteady gasps of air between sobs. you’ll wipe his tears away and kiss his forehead even when he’s the least deserving of it.
tonight, he’ll fall asleep with his head against your chest. your bodies will lay pressed against each other in the too-small hospital bed but neither of you will complain. you’ll whisper sweet nothings into his ear and play with his hair. in return, he’ll press a kiss against your cheek and promise to change your bandages.
tomorrow, sieun will throw himself into the union headfirst. he’ll find the people who hurt you and he won’t stop until he can’t keep going. juntae will frown and baku will lecture him about being careless, but none of it will matter. not after what they did to you.
but in this moment, all that exists is you. all that matters is the feeling of your hand in his own, thumb rubbing against sieun’s skin, lips peppering chaste kisses against his forehead.
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(gn reader / angst, comfort, and fluff / 993 words) (kdrama season two) boyfriend!sieun headcanons :) part one!!
━━ bf!sieun who grows distant. slowly, but surely, he pulls away. ducks your calls. leaves your texts on read. it takes a week before you break - seven gruelling days of balancing on a tightrope stuck between offering help and giving him space. and when you show up to his father’s apartment knocking furiously and blinking back tears, sieun can’t find it in himself to meet your gaze
━━ bf!sieun who punches a hole through a window in his high school - broken arm be damned. the glass cuts through his hand deep enough to leave a scar. you find out an hour later, only able to meet sieun in the nurse’s office after she’s already patched him up. the principal gives you a disapproving look the next time you see her. you pretend not to see her sharp glare
━━ bf!sieun whose father acknowledges you with an awkward nod. sieun clutches your gym bag closer to his side, having packed his few sentimental items. you sit on the curb, watching as he prepares for the hour-long drive to his mother’s apartment. he pulls you into a hug before he goes, letting out a deep sigh. “i’ll call you,” he murmurs. his lips brush against your temple. “i promise”
━━ bf!sieun who keeps his head down. eunjang feels more like a jungle than a high school. the walls are coated in graffiti and the students spend more time smoking cigarettes in the bathrooms than attending class. sieun sleeps all day and stays up all night, too lost in his own head to bother paying attention
━━ bf!sieun who visits you during weekends. he wakes up as soon as the subway starts running and arrives by mid-morning. he offers an awkward wave to your neighbors when he arrives. you welcome him inside with a soft smile and a stifled yawn. “stay as long as you need,” you say. “you’re always welcome”
━━ bf!sieun who calls you in the middle of the night. you’re half-asleep when you answer, still trying to blink yourself awake. you stay up all night, talking about anything that comes to mind until he feels comfortable enough to speak. “i had a nightmare,” sieun whispers into the darkness. “i miss you”
━━ bf!sieun who sends you a picture one day. he’s sitting on a bench next to three boys you don’t recognize, wearing a costume that makes you laugh. one boy slings his arm over sieun’s shoulders while he stares forwards with doe eyes and a straight face. “juntae told me to send this to you,” he writes. “he said you would like it”
━━ bf!sieun who blushes when you call him immediately afterwards, demanding to know about his new friends and how exactly he had found himself sitting in the middle of a children’s museum, dressed as an ancient farmer
━━ bf!sieun who introduces you to his friends over a weekend. he brings you to eunjang’s basketball court, sitting beside you in the stands. juntae sits on the step below you, turning around to ask you questions. a few hours later and at a quaint chicken restaurant only a few blocks away, baku and gotak follow suit
━━ bf!sieun who starts to relax again. you make a habit of alternating weekend visits, ignoring baku’s whines about how sieun is “so much more smiley when you’re around!” you waste the days away curled up on your couch, basking in the afternoon light. sieun finds himself ignoring the drama’s story, too busy staring at you
━━ bf!sieun who hesitates to tell you about the union. it’s late at night. you’re curled up against his chest, legs tangled beneath the blankets. you think he can’t see the frown that tugs at the corners of your lips. “i trust you, sieun,” you say, resting your hand over his heart. “but please don’t get hurt again”
━━ bf!sieun who tries his best. he avoids the bowling alley as much as possible, takes the long way home so he won’t run into seongje, makes baku promise he won’t be involved with anything that has to do with na baekjin. but things have a way of coming back to haunt you
━━ bf!sieun who leaves an apology in your voicemail. rain cascades from the sky, soaking through his school uniform. he walks with confidence through the sea of boys, some beaten, others bruised, until he reaches the front. baekjin greets him with a scoff. this is it. his last fight. “i need to do this,” he says. “i’m sorry. i love you”
━━ bf!sieun who lets you scold him. his split lip and bruised knuckles are nothing compared to the pain when he meets your gaze, eyes brimming with tears and full of fury. he doesn’t argue back, letting you vent your frustrations until your voice becomes raw. “you should have told me. i would’ve helped you”
━━ bf!sieun who lets you cry into his chest. he rubs his hand against your back, letting you collapse against him. your hands dig into his blazer, ruining the otherwise perfectly ironed fabric. apologies fall from his lips in waves, hoping each one eases the heartbreak a little more. “i’m sorry,” he says. “i’m so, so sorry”
━━ bf!sieun who calls you frantically. he runs without thinking, pushing past bystanders on the street and only half-paying attention to his surroundings as he dials your number over and over again. you panic when you see the flurry of missed calls, rushing to call him back. “y/n,” sieun says, still catching his breath. “suho’s awake”
━━ bf!sieun who finally feels at home again. you laugh as suho complains about bland hospital food and take turns sharing about the last year, sharing everything from sieun’s forced community service to your newfound rivalry with your math teacher. sieun simply watches with a fond smile, not even noticing when you ask him a question. “hey!” suho points at him, laughing loudly. “he’s not even paying attention!”
notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! back by popular demand, season two hcs :), thank you all for the love on part one, i appreciate it more than you know, currently planning on making these for other weak hero boys, reminder that reqs are open!! title from zb1 - star eyes
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━━ classmate!sieun who throws himself into his studies. it’s all he knows. good grades mean attending a good college and getting a good job and earning the affection of an absent father and emotionally distant mother
━━ classmate!sieun who doesn’t notice you at first. your polite smiles and friendly waves go ignored in favor of his textbook. it’s only when your science teacher, much to sieun’s disappointment, announces a group project that you have your first meaningful interaction
━━ acquaintance!sieun who rarely talks - even when he knows the answer. your meetings are stilted at first, full of dead air and unspoken words. still, you get the project done with time to spare
━━ acquaintance!sieun who doesn’t say anything when you start appearing in his life more often. he doesn’t change seats in science, preferring your quiet company to suho’s snores or beomseok’s whispered questions. he returns your waves in the hallway, even if he never smiles back. and when new pencils and study guides begin to appear on your desk, you silently accept them
━━ friend!sieun who starts inviting you to his outings. suho and beomseok exchange a knowing glance behind his back, constantly slipping away to leave you alone. he never says it, but you notice how he lingers near your side, unable - or unwilling - to leave
━━ best friend!sieun who doesn’t know he has a crush on you. so what if it makes his heart beat faster when you accidentally touch his hand? who cares if his chest tightens and jaw clenches when you offhandedly mention being asked on a date? and when you fall asleep on his shoulder, he doesn’t pull away. friends do that too, right?
━━ best friend!sieun who only realizes when suho lets out an exasperated sigh, reaching across the table to deliver a smack to the back of his head. “you have a crush,” suho sighs. “obviously”
━━ best friend!sieun who chronically overthinks everything - especially his confession. admittedly, he’s never done this before. suho’s lecture on how to “sweep you off your feet with unmistakable charm” was less than helpful
━━ best friend!sieun who stumbles through his confession. it’s awkward and stilted and perfectly him. not the corny dramas suho had dragged him into watching. not a big, fancy showcase. just sieun, standing before you, hands in his pockets and doe eyes meeting your own. “i like you”
━━ boyfriend!sieun who becomes more affectionate in small ways. your water bottle is magically refilled after your breaks. home-made meals find their way into your fridge, dated and complete with little notes. a light gray, oversized jacket is laid over your shoulders as soon as goosebumps arise against your skin
━━ boyfriend!sieun who invites you to study with him. you sit in silence, typing an essay or scribbling through math problems. and if you notice the way his gaze lingers on you when he thinks you don’t notice, you don’t say a word
━━ boyfriend!sieun who doesn’t know what to do with his hands. yours rest against his cheeks, tracing against his cheekbone and cradling his face between your fingers. his rest against your cheek. then your shoulders. then, finally, he rests them against your waist, holding you steady
━━ boyfriend!sieun who melts into your first kiss. his lips are chapped and his face is flushed. it takes some time, but soon there’s no hesitation before he begins to crave the feeling. and there’s no denying the way he smiles brightly when you finally pull away
━━ boyfriend!sieun who barrels into danger to save the people he loves. he’s reckless, quick to take the blow on your behalf, consequences be damned. and when he comes home, covered in cuts and bruises and downcast eyes, you let him in every time
━━ boyfriend!sieun who winces when you clean the cuts on his hands. you don’t say it, but he sees the way you blink your tears away while you wrap his bandages and he heard your cries when you scrubbed the blood out of his uniform
━━ boyfriend!sieun who calls you in tears. his hand trembles as he grips his phone. you can hear the bustle of the hospital in the background. he speaks the best he can through his sobs. “please come,” he hiccups. “i need you here”
━━ boyfriend!sieun who lets you hold him when he cries. his hands fist into the fabric of your shirt and his tears burn against your skin. it’s the first time he really falls apart with someone else, chasing the comfort of your touch even when he feels like a little kid. “it’s okay,” you whisper. “he’ll be okay”
━━ boyfriend!sieun who believes you, even when everything is falling apart
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우주 속 romantic, 설명 못 할 magic / without you, my heart is in the clouds
(gn reader / fluff / 878 words) sieun takes care of you after you catch a cold
the door to your apartment is covered in chipped paint and a small, golden placard reading the unit number. a broken doorbell has been installed on the right side. it had stopped working a few months after you moved in and you never bothered to replace it. YEON SIEUN stares at it for a second. then, he raises his hand.
knock knock knock.
a few seconds of silence pass. there’s some rustling followed by the sound of footsteps as you wander throughout the space. then, the door opens with a quiet click.
you blink once. then again. then, with a soft smile and all too much snark, you say, “look who it is.” sieun remains silent. you can feel him watching you, almost studying you. his eyes linger on your features just a little longer than necessary: the eyebags hanging below your eyes; the redness on the tip of your nose; the blanket still haphazardly draped across your shoulders.
sieun frowns. silently, he raises a hand, resting it against your forehead. his skin feels cool against your own. he lingers for just a few seconds before pulling away. you fight the urge to complain, instead leaning your unsteady body against the door frame. “you’re sick.”
he takes a step closer, his silent way of asking to come in. you welcome him with little thought, silently stepping to the side.
sieun sets his backpack down in the corner before kicking his shoes off, replacing them with a pair of house shoes instead. “come here,” he says. he tentatively takes your hand into his own, leading you towards the couch. you follow silently, allowing him to coax you to sit down. “how are you feeling?”
“my head hurts.” your voice cracks when you say the words. the ache in your throat is undeniable. the scratchy feeling refuses to disappear, no matter how much water you desperately down in between naps. “my throat, too.”
sieun hums. he stands up, taking your blanket and wrapping it around your body. “stay here. i’ll make you some samgyetang.”
you scramble to sit up, reaching out to grab sieun’s wrist before he can leave. “you don’t have to-”
“y/n,” he says. sieun pauses momentarily. then, quietly, he says, “let me take care of you. please.”
“okay.” you lay down on your couch, curling into yourself when another wave of nausea washes over you. nearby, sieun stands over your stove, watching the soup as it comes to a boil. he dances around your kitchen silently. effortlessly. like he belongs in your apartment just as much as you do.
it doesn’t take long for the smell of chicken stock to fill your apartment. the salty aroma becomes stronger as the soup comes to a boil. you fade in and out of consciousness in short bursts, drifting in and out of a restless sleep.
you startle at the quiet noise of sieun setting a ceramic bowl against a nearby coffee table. “sorry,” he mumbles. “i didn’t mean to wake you.” you shake you head, pushing yourself to sit up. silently, he passes you the bowl. it feels warm to the touch as you balance it in your lap, carefully lifting a spoonful to your chapped lips. “i let it cool while you were asleep. you should be able to drink it now.”
sieun is quick to help you. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ears. “thank you,” you say between sips. “for making this.”
sieun simply shakes his head. he moves to sit beside you - so close that his shoulder brushes against your own. it’s a small gesture, but it sends butterflies throughout your stomach and makes your heart beat faster in your chest. a packet of papers sits on the table, complete with half-finished homework answers. the sight makes you smile softly.
“how long has it been?” he asks.
“only a few days,” you murmur. he turns at that, staring at you with an unreadable gaze. in the afternoon sunlight, they shine the color of caramel. in the momentary silence, you find yourself getting lost in his gaze.
“i was worried when you didn’t come today,” sieun says. “i’ll help you with the homework later.”
his words make you smile softly. the corners of your lips curl upwards. you set the now-empty bowl aside on your coffee table. “thank you.”
you shift, moving to lean your head against sieun’s shoulder. you can feel the way his body instinctively tenses for a few moments before he lets out a soft sigh, relaxing into your touch. he reaches up, resting the back of his hand against your forehead once again. you allow your eyes to flutter shut in response. “you should get some rest,” sieun says quietly.
you push yourself to sit up slightly, turning to face him. your headache has slowly begun to fade, though the ache in your throat has persisted despite the soup. “will you stay?”
sieun doesn’t respond. at least, not verbally. not yet. instead, he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. his lips are feather-light when they brush against your skin. heat rises to his face at the clumsy action. your lips curl into a soft smile. “okay,” he whispers.
notes: quick sickfic since i had motivation but no ideas, not proofread!! forgive any mistakes, title from enhypen - helium, weak hero reqs are greatly appreciated!!
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(gn reader / hurt comfort / 679 words) after a bad fight, you help nurse sieun's wounds
the taste of blood fills YEON SIEUN’S mouth. it stains his teeth and drips from the corner of his mouth. it seeps into the gray fabric of his jacket, leaving a slowly darkening mark on the otherwise clean fabric.
sieun curls his hand into a fist. the walk up to your apartment building had taken a toll on his already aching body. pain blooms throughout his chest. his skin feels raw with small cuts and fresh bruises. he clenches his jaw, curling his fingers into the palm of his hand.
sieun startles slightly when you open the bathroom door. it creaks as you push it to the side, quietly slipping into the room. the silence hangs heavy in the air.
the tension only seems to grow thicker with each passing moment. you slide the first aid kit onto your bathroom counter top, pulling out a few bandages and an antiseptic. “sorry,” you say quietly, finally breaking the silence. “it might sting.”
sieun looks up to meet your gaze for a few seconds before returning to study the floor. “it’s fine,” he finally murmurs.
you simply nod in return. sieun’s breath hitches when you gingerly press the alcohol-soaked pad against his cheek. he winces slightly, unconsciously pulling away slightly. from the corner of his eye, sieun watches you frown softly. you catch your teeth between your bottom lip, whispering another apology and returning to the wound.
sieun closes his eyes. the tension in his shoulders flaters slightly when you toss the pad into the trash. carefully, you press a bandage against the wound. “are you gonna tell me what happened?”
shame settles into sieun’s gut. it feels heavy - like a weight pressing down against his chest. he curls his fingers into his palms. he stares down at the floor, studying your bathroom tiles. “seongje,” he says quietly. sieun doesn’t elaborate. he doesn’t need to.
“sieun,” you whisper. he freezes for a second when you reach upwards, gingerly resting your hand against his face. sieun remains still when you tilt his face upwards so his gaze meets your own once again. his breath hitches in his throat. he can feel the warmth of your fingers against his cheek. the feeling sends blood rushing to his face, tinting the tips of his ears a shade of light pink.
you smile softly. sadly. the tips of your fingers brush against his cheekbones, tracing the edges of his freshly bruised skin. sieun’s eyes flutter shut. you remain steady as he leans further into your warmth, chasing the comfort of your hands against his skin.
“i’m not mad at you,” you murmur, breaking the silence.
sieun swallows. his hands relax. “i know.”
you reach up with your free hand, gently carding your fingers through his hair. the strands feel soft between your fingers. “i just want you to be safe.”
sieun sighs. his shoulders drop. he shifts, looking up at you wearily. his voice drops to a whisper. “i know.”
for a few seconds, time stops. the world fades into the background, forgotten. sieun’s gaze falters to your lips. his breath hitches when you take a step closer. anticipation sends shivers racing down his spine.
sieun gasps when your lips meet. you kiss him with purpose. your hands fall to his waist, now resting against his hips. sieun wraps his arms around your shoulders; his fingers tangle into your hair. he feels dizzy. the split in his lip burns. he hopes you don’t notice the metallic tang of his blood.
sieun is all but panting when you pull away. his fingers curl into the fabric of your t-shirt, almost as if he’s scared you’ll pull away. you chuckle softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his uninjured cheek. “i love you,” you murmur. your hand caresses against his cheek, fingertips brushing against the bottom of the bandage. “please be careful.”
“i will.” sieun nods. hesitantly, he leans in, pressing his lips against your own in yet another sweet kiss. in the silence, an unspoken promise passes between your lips. i love you, too.
notes: occasional mentions of blood, wrote this in chunks and i'm not super happy with it but i hope you all enjoy, possibly ooc sieun, written with male reader in mind, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from pierce the veil - million dollar houses (the painter)
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kiss me now or never / 'cause moments fade away / and nothing lasts forever
(gn reader / comfort / 1.8k words) after a night terror, sieun goes for a walk and finds himself back in the arms of an estranged childhood friend
it started slow. at first they were short - small interruptions to his nightly routine. however, as time passed, they grew. first in frequency and then in intensity. it was always the same: that boxing ring. suho. that boxing ring. beomseok. the darkness slowly closed in on him, keeping him hostage. he could move. couldn’t breathe. and then-
YEON SIEUN wakes with a jolt. his body shoots upright in bed, throwing the sheets off of himself in the process. wide eyes scan throughout the darkness, desperately searching for something to ground himself. he can just barely make out the familiar silhouette of his bedroom. his heart beats erratically in his chest.
sieun buries his head into his hands. small droplets of sweat have gathered on the edge of his temple. his face is flushed; his skin feels hot against his palms. he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that he can see stars. in the quiet of his mother’s apartment, the darkness offers little comfort.
his mind races. his therapist’s words ring in his ears. five things you can see. four things you can touch. three you can hear. two you can smell. one you can taste. aftershocks of the nightmare linger. he takes a shaky breath. breath in. hold. breath out. his hands tremble.
move. he has to move. sieun pushes his blankets fully to the side, standing on shaky legs. he sees the glint of the doorknob when he reaches out to turn it.
lit by the moonlight outside, sieun wanders around the kitchen. his hand grazes the edge of the small dining room table, only meant for one, maneuvering around the furniture cautiously. he paces once. then again. then again. it feels suffocating.
sieun moves without thinking. he wanders back into his bedroom, slipping out of his sleepwear in favor of an old t-shirt and track pants meant for his gym class. a pair of slides lay at the door beside a pair of his mother’s heels. sieun slips them on without much thought before shoving his phone into his pocket.
glancing over his shoulder, he can see his mother’s bedroom door, still closed. he pictures her inside, asleep, none the wiser. with one last sigh, sieun slips outside.
the night welcomes him with open arms and a gentle breeze. it rustles his bangs and sends goosebumps arising on the exposed skin of his forearms. a small ache burrows in the bone of his right wrist just enough to be known - a small, painful reminder of the past. sieun curls his hands at his sides.
seoul never sleeps. despite the late hour, the city’s night life continues bustling. cars race past, their headlights cutting through the darkness. billboards and office buildings paint the sky neon, blocking the view of any stars. sieun presses himself closer to the side of a building as a group of college kids stumble past. they smell of cheap beer and cigarettes. he holds his breath.
sieun continues on, wandering through the city. he retraces familiar routes: the local convenience store to occasionally pick up instant noodles and pencil lead; a nightclub blasting music like a siren’s song; the entrance to a local park where he scraped his knees on the basketball court as a child.
sieun sighs. he shakes his head as if to rid himself of his nostalgia. childhood was far away now. besides, thinking was the reason why he was out walking in the middle of the night in the first place.
sieun steps forwards once, about to continue, and then pauses. he knows this place. he’s been here before - too many times to count. looking up, sieun stares at the large, gray building. identical doors fill each floor, only differentiated by a small, black plaque engraved with a golden number. a metal staircase wraps around its side. sieun’s gaze remains trained on one door. apartment 406.
it had been years since you had spoken. in middle school, sieun had thrown himself into his studies even more than before. your weekly meetings had slowly dwindled, replaced instead by cram school and private tutoring. sieun’s calls became shorter, less frequent. texts also started to disappear. paragraphs became sentences. then, they disappeared entirely.
in the years since, sieun had trained himself to not think about it. to not think about you. he wasn’t sure you even lived in that apartment anymore. a few months after you stopped calling, you stopped attending his cram school. he didn’t hear about you in class anymore. didn’t see you with your new friends. but he just can’t help it.
his body is moving before he can stop himself. sieun’s feet stomp against the metal stairs, surely disrupting at least one of your neighbors. he twists around the bend like he’s running from something. like he can’t escape.
sieun doesn’t stop until he’s standing in front of your door. he’s panting, now; his skin is flushed and all he can hear is the sound of his pounding heartbeat in his ears. he curls his hand into a fist, digs his nails into his palm. this is a bad idea, he thinks. he doesn’t know you anymore. but in the dead of night, sieun doesn’t care. he raises a shaky hand. trembles. hesitates. and then, finally, he knocks.
sieun retracts immediately, almost as if he’s been burned. his arms fall back to his sides, stiff and unmoving. he stills.
a few moments of silence pass, though they feel like hours. he turns, glancing over his shoulder towards the way he came. he could slip away - disappear into the darkness and return home. forget this ever happened. pretend he never left.
the door opens. a quiet creak breaks the silence as the door protests against its own weight. sieun’s breath catches in his throat.
you stand in the doorway, halfway leaning against the doorframe. you’re taller than he remembers - taller than him now. a t-shirt hangs off your shoulders, ending just above the hem of your sweatpants. you’re rubbing your eyes, probably silently cursing whoever woke you up so late at night.
shifting slightly, you squint at him in the darkness. you blink. a flicker of surprise crosses your face. “sieun?” you whisper.
“y/n,” sieun breathes. your name leaves his lips like a prayer. it’s been years since he gave himself permission to say it - let alone out loud. his mind races almost as fast as his heartbeat. every word he wants to say seems to die in his throat. he chokes on his hesitation before forcing some out. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bother you, i’ll go-”
“wait!” sieun flinches when you reach out, grabbing his wrist in your hand. that ache in his wrist throbs just a little bit, still a tender wound despite the cast having been removed. your eyebrows furrow, lips curling into a soft frown. your grip loosens, but you don’t let go. not entirely. not yet. you swallow. “do you want to come in?”
sieun’s breath hitches in his throat. a beat of silence passes. your gaze holds his steadily despite the way his eyes flicker across your face. somehow, it feels impossible to say no. “okay.”
you don’t say anything else. you don’t need to. sieun remains silent as you push the door to fully open, making space for him to enter your apartment. he slips off his shoes, pushing them to stay beside yours. the action is familiar in a way that makes him feel uneasy.
moonlight and muscle memory guide him as he slowly makes his way to your couch. it’s different than the one you had when you were kids. newer. the cushion sags beneath his weight.
you move to sit beside sieun, pulling your legs up beneath you. even in the darkness, he can see how you fidget with your hands in your lap. your voice is soft when you break the silence. “how have you been?”
“fine.”
“sieun…” you sigh. truthfully, he had never been able to lie to you. as kids, you were much quicker to call him out, demanding the truth no matter how embarrassing it was. now, though, the silence lingers.
sieun looks away. his eyes have adjusted to the darkness now. he can see the outline of your dining table. he remembers dinners filled with laughs and warmth; your mother would place food into his rice bowl. beneath the table, your knee would knock against his own.
he stills when you shuffle closer. you’re closer to his body now - close enough to make butterflies swarm throughout his stomach. his heart beats rapidly in his chest.
tentatively, you reach over, placing your hand on top of his own. your thumb strokes against his still-bruised knuckles, tracing over small scars. your skin feels warm against his own. the feeling sends shivers racing down his spine. he inhales sharply.
“it’s okay,” you whisper. your voice is quiet. sieun stares at the ground. tears threaten to blur his vision as he furiously blinks them away. you pause, taking a breath before you continue. “whatever’s going on, it’s okay.”
the dam breaks. tears roll down sieun’s cheeks, catching on the curve of his jawline. he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his bottom lip hard. he tastes blood from the fresh wound. he holds onto his thigh, hoping the feeling will be enough to ground himself. but it’s not enough.
despite his best efforts, a choked sob escapes from his throat. he doubles over, curling into himself. his hands tremble.
“oh, sieun,” you whisper. you’re surrounding him now, pulling him into your arms like second nature. your arms wrap around his waist as his head falls to rest against the crook of your neck. his hands grip onto the fabric of your t-shirt, clinging to you like your body is a raft in a storm.
you reach up, gently rubbing a hand against sieun’s back. his tears wet the hem of your t-shirt. “i’m here,” you murmur. “i’ve got you.”
slowly but surely, sieun’s sobs dwindle into nothing. you continue to rub your hand against his back as silence envelops your apartment once again. sieun’s grip on your shirt has loosened, now replaced by his arms resting languidly around your waist. the position makes heat rise to his face, but he doesn’t dare pull away.
finally, sieun breaks the silence. his voice is quiet, little more than a whisper, but it’s there. “i missed you.”
you smile softly. you pull away just enough to coax sieun’s head away from your neck. his cheeks are puffy when you reach up, cupping his face between your hands. “i missed you, too.”
sieun sighs quietly. he moves in a daze, letting you twist to the side and pulling him down to lay down on your couch. his arms haven’t moved from around your waist, keeping your bodies close together.
sieun sighs quietly as he leans his head against your chest. his eyes slowly begin to flutter shut, only spurred on by the emotional exhaustion of the night and your fingers carefully carding through his hair. “thank you,” he whispers.
you simply lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “get some rest, sieun.”
notes: weak hero reqs would be greatly appreciated <33, this started as a small nightmare comfort drabble and spiraled, there's an aib reference if you squint, sieun needs a hug AND GETS ONE, thinking of making a part two if anyone wants, possibly occ sieun, written with male reader in mind, title from pierce the veil - kiss me now
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shadows stretch across the ground in waves. the sun dips below the horizon, taking its warmth with it. streetlights stretch along the edge of the sidewalk, just barely illuminating the corners of the basketball court.
a set of metal bleachers sits nearby, overlooking the court. the cool metal stings against the palms of your hands when you move to sit on the edge. beside you, YEON SIEUN stares ahead with his usual unreadable gaze. his eyes are locked on the nearby road, watching the traffic come and go. the low hum of engines occasionally cuts through the otherwise quiet night. brake lights blur into flashes of red as they race by.
you let out a quiet sigh, glancing up at the clear night sky. only the moon hangs in the blanket of darkness, big and bright and silver.
“sieun,” your voice is soft when you break the comfortable silence. he turns slightly to face you, a silent acknowledgement of your words. “what’s on your mind?”
there’s a beat of silence. he looks at you for a few seconds before he falters, turning to stare at his lap. his hands curl into fists before he forces himself to relax. “my mom,” he begins quietly. sieun swallows. he speaks slowly. steadily. he doesn’t allow himself to waver. “wants me to study abroad.”
the world tilts on its axis. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you. suddenly, it’s harder to breathe, as if someone has just dropped a weight on your chest. dread settles deep into your stomach.
“when do you leave?” your voice sounds hoarser than you intended, though sieun doesn’t comment on it. instead, he returns to staring at his hands.
“in two days.”
the silence that follows is suffocating. you can feel sieun’s gaze when he looks at you. you stare into space behind him, not meeting his gaze. you imagine the sidewalk stretching on forever - disappearing into the unknown. the darkness hides many monsters. you picture one that’s big enough to swallow you whole.
“y/n,” sieun whispers. your name sounds sweet when he says it. his voice brings you back down to earth. the comfort it brings you is fleeting, soon overwhelmed by the thought that you might never hear it again.
his hand lifts from its place on his thigh, lingering in the air for a second. he waits. hesitates. then, in one small, shaky action, sieun rests his hand on top of your own. his skin feels warm. it contrasts against the cool night, interrupting your racing thoughts. you take a shaky breath. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.”
you part your lips and then press them back together. whatever words you wanted to say get caught in your throat, stuck behind the lump that makes tears sting at the corners of your eyes and your lips curl into a soft frown.
instead, you lean in, wrapping your arms around sieun’s waist and pulling him into a tight hug. you wrap your arms around the curve of his waist and rest your chin against his shoulder.
sieun tenses and then relaxes. his eyes flutter shut as his fingers curl into the fabric of your hoodie, gripping onto the sleeves as if they’re his lifeline. “i’m sorry,” he whispers. his breath ghosts against your ear. he’s so close, but so far away.
you let out a humorless chuckle. sieun’s grip tightens when you sniffle. “don’t be.” your hand is in his hair now, brushing through the overgrown strands near the nape of his neck. sieun shivers. he leans even closer, burying his head into the crook of your neck. you can’t protect him from the harsh reality when he pulls away. but for now, it’s enough.
“it’s not your fault, sieun.” your hands are on his face now, cupping his cheeks between your fingers. sieun’s eyes fill with unshed tears. they shine beneath the glow from the dim streetlights. you’re smiling again - soft and sad. your thumb brushes against the fresh bruises littering his skin. “none of it was your fault.”
sieun closes his eyes. a stray tear rolls down his cheek before he can stop it. you press a chaste kiss to his cheek in response, letting your lips linger a little longer than usual. he reaches up, taking hand into his own. his fingers curl around your own as if to prevent you from pulling away. “you’re incredible, sieun,” you murmur. “you always have been. never forget that.”
in the dead of night, the moon is still there - still bright. beneath its silver glow, you whisper your secret into the night; the wind carries your words away. i love you, yeon sieun.
notes: I FINISHED MY FINALS !! planning to write more fics in my free time, sieun reqs would be greatly appreciated, based on s2 e5, possibly ooc sieun?, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from wanna one - twilight
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(gn reader/fluff/891 words) while waiting for the bus in the rain, sieun accepts a ride home from someone special
notes: i have not seen s2 so no spoilers please, an anon requested a weak hero fic so i hope this is enough for now, sieun rides the bus for the plot, reader rides a motorcycle for the plot, possibly ooc sieun, written with male reader in mind, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from wanna one - i promise you
YEON SIEUN has a habit of staring at the ground. he can’t help it. maybe years of craning his head to stare down at his various textbooks had become a comfort. or maybe it was easier to slip through life that way - seen, but not heard. simply a background character. no friends, no drama. no matter what’s going on in the world around him, sieun looks at his feet; he studies his shoes. one foot in front of the other.
but then, there was you. you; suho’s friend, far too laid back and relaxed, even with college entrance exams slowly approaching. you; your bright smile and soft voice that sieun can’t seem to get out of his mind. you; the low hum of your motorcycle pulling up beside the bus stop in the dark and coming to a stop beside him.
“sieun!” he only catches a glimpse of your smile when you tug your helmet off, quickly ducking beneath the bus stop to join him. rain has begun to fall, as evidenced by the water droplets slowly rolling off of your shoulders. beneath the golden glow of the flickering streetlight, sieun’s gaze lingers on you. and, more specifically, your jacket.
“is that suho’s?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop himself. they’re a shaky, jumbled mess when they cut through the quiet of the night.
“hm?” you’re looking at him again now, cocking your head to the side slightly. your eyebrows furrow.
sieun swallows. “the jacket,” he says. “is it suho’s?”
“oh, yeah,” you chuckle softly. a few water droplets roll off of the fabric when you shift, showing off the design woven across the sleeves. “he let me borrow it for the night since it’s raining.”
sieun bites his tongue, then nods in acknowledgement. it wasn’t uncommon for you and suho to share clothes. he had recognized a pair of your shoes abandoned in the corner the last time he visited and suho had worn your school uniform when he forgot his own on more than one occasion. that didn’t make him feel any better though.
“hey,” sieun’s gaze snaps back up to meet yours at the sound of your voice. you take a step forward, closing the distance between your bodies. “do you want a ride home? i don’t think the rain will let up anytime soon.”
he pauses. contemplates. sieun glances towards the street. a small puddle has begun to gather near the curb, threatening to flood the sidewalk. the downpour has only gotten stronger. gusts of wind cut through the night sky. sieun could walk home, but he’d risk a cold by doing so. and then-
siuen nods. “thank you.”
you smile brightly. sieun remains silent as he follows away from the bus stop and into the rain towards your motorcycle. his body stiffens beneath the cold rain, shivers racing down his spine. the water seeps into the thin fabric of his clothes and flattens his hair against his forehead. he wraps his arms around himself, attempting to find warmth in his jacket.
siuen remains still when you turn to face him, holding your helmet out towards him. “here,” you say quietly. sieun’s eyes flutter shut as you gingerly place the helmet over his head. your hands feel warm when they accidentally brush against the side of his face. an unfamiliar feeling settles deep into his gut.
through the plastic visor over his eyes, sieun blinks wearily at you. your smile seems to brighten at the sight. “cute,” you whisper. sieun looks down again. his shoes are wet and his face is flushed. his shoes are muddy and his heart is beating wildly in his chest. his feet are soaked and he can’t stop thinking about you. your hands. your smile. you.
sieun moves in a daze. he clumsily slides onto the back of your motorcycle. tentatively, sieun wraps his arms around your torso, clasping his hands together against your stomach. his chest presses against your back as he rests his chin against your shoulder. he can feel the vibrations of your laughter when you chuckle, even if he can’t hear the noise over the engine’s low rumble. “hold on tight!”
the drive to sieun’s apartment is quiet. uneventful. beneath the glow of the moonlight, sieun allows himself to relax. his grip around your waist becomes looser. he leans his head against your shoulder, careful to ensure that his helmet doesn’t bump into your head with each turn.
sieun almost startles when you arrive, turning off the engine and leaning your motorcycle to the side against the kickstand. he leans back, allowing you to step to the side before following after you. you remove his helmet the same way you put it on - carefully but in one smooth action.
“thanks for the ride,” sieun says quietly.
you smile, soft and sweet. you shrug slightly, leaning back against your motorcycle as you turn to face him. “glad i could help.”
sieun’s grip around his backpack tightens. the breeze picks up slightly; the winter chill is enough to tint the apples of your cheeks. he hopes it’s enough to hide the flush threatening to spread across his own features. “maybe i’ll see you later,” you say.
beneath the glow of the flickering streetlights, you only catch a glimpse of his curt nod. “see you later.”
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