The Anatomy of a Weak Hero: My Interpretation of WHC Characters Through MBTI
or, where I analyze the cast of Weak Hero through MBTI/cognitive functions!
DISCLAIMER: This is just my own personal interpretation through personality frameworks because it's fun and I have thoughts! You are free to have your own opinions about them. Also this is kinda long, sorry not sorry! (2k words)
YEON SIEUN — INTJ Ni-Te-Fi-Se
Introverted Intuition (Ni)
Sieun's dominant function is probably the MOST debatable part of his MBTI (Ni vs. Si), but I strongly lean toward Ni dom, even if it doesn't show up in the most traditional way. Though quiet and invisible in most settings, he understands the environment's system from the inside out such as its hierarchy, power dynamics, and how violence perpetuates itself in ways others miss entirely.
He's extremely observant and picks up on cues quickly, even if he doesn't always act on them. He understands that Yeong-bin's aggression comes from jealousy, that Beom-seok's later aggression comes from issues with isolation and loneliness, and that the teachers and system itself enables the cycle.
His Ni also becomes incredibly dangerous in its extremes, like when Suho is beaten into a coma. In that moment, Sieun loses a clear mind as it fogs to a very narrowed mindset of tracking down everyone who was involved.
Extraverted Thinking (Te)
Te is a very clear function seen in Sieun!! From the littlest things such as how he consistently stays a top student with perfect grades, it's clear that he's exceptional in having a thirst for knowledge and discipline, arriving at school before sunrise every day and dedicating hours to self-study.
Even in everyday choices, when Juntae tells him the shortcut going home from school is a bad idea because of the bullies that camp there, Sieun dismisses the concern and says it's the faster route.
I dare even say his fighting style is also a manifestation of Te, where he's "brains over brawn." He has used pens, books, a pair of glasses, a dumbbell, and even a fire extinguisher as weapons to fight efficiently.
Introverted Feeling (Fi)
But beyond the brutal violence and efficiency of his nature, everything Sieun does comes from a deep sense of principles and justice. Fi is a function heavily associated with authenticity, and relevantly, Sieun rarely says things he doesn't mean and his actions are generally consistent with his internal values.
The reason why he chose to fight against bullies in the first place (even if it costs inefficiency and effort), is because of his disdain for ones who abuse their power, which seems to be a personal and visceral response rather than a learned principle.
But his Fi manifests most flamboyantly through his protective rage!! When his closest friends are threatened, he responds with violent intensity from a very personal place. Throughout the show, his growing bonds with others reshape how he sees the broken systems around him and reveal just how precious his friends have become.
Extraverted Sensing (Se)
Because of his strong relationship with his Ni and Te, Sieun's Se comes out in uncomfortable and inconsistent moments. He doesn't have as much physical power than other characters, which is part of why he compensates with strategy and objects.
Like a classic inferior Se user, the physical world feels foreign and uncomfortable to him, and he only engages with it when absolutely necessary. Even emotionally, he is very prone to exhibiting drastic extremes, either complete avoidance or overwhelming bursts of physical engagement.
This is why Sieun mostly avoids physical confrontation unless he has planned for it meticulously. But in his rock bottom moments, such as finding out Suho fell into a coma, he often loses control of his temper and lashes out through unplanned physicality and violence.
AHN SUHO — ESTP Se-Ti-Fe-Ni
Extraverted Sensing (Se)
When Sieun uses Se in bursts, Suho lives it out and embodies Se naturally (that's his polar opposite twin…!). He lives fully in the present moment, constantly scanning his environment for sensory information and opportunities to interact with it. With his MMA fighter experience, it shows just how in touch he is with his physical reality as he trusts his own instinctive moves to fight back rather than elaborate strategies like Sieun would.
As a dominant Se user, Suho is also uninterested in anything that isn't immediately applicable to the situation at hand, like how he maintains perfect school attendance only because of a promise to his grandmother rather than any academic ambition, unlike his part-time jobs that actually get him somewhere.
His way of showing affection to his friends is through quality time, another way of being in touch with the present moment, such as inviting Sieun and Beomseok to activities like eating out or playing billiards.
Introverted Thinking (Ti)
Even if Suho can seem impulsive and just going with the flow, his Ti is what balances his Se and helps him be aware of and understand why he acts the way he does. This is also why Sieun respects him despite having polar opposite dominant and inferior functions!
Ti also manifests in how Suho reads people; he seems to have a natural ability to understand others and assess their intentions quickly. Even though he doesn't overthink things the way Sieun does, he has an intuitive grasp of who people are and what they're capable of, which is why his acts of care often involve stepping in and telling people where they stop and what they can do. He saw capability in Beomseok to confront his past bullies and demand an apology, which he fully supported, but when Beomseok started getting out of control, he quickly intervened and made it clear he was out of line.
But one of the most subtle expressions of his Ti, if you think about it, is his use of humor to defuse and deflect. When Suho is genuinely moved by something, he deflects with humor instead of expressing vulnerability. When Sieun buys him ox bone soup, Suho says, "Your eyes, your actions, the way you talk, your expression—it's disgusting," when he's actually deeply touched.
Extraverted Feeling (Fe)
Though just a tertiary function, It's Suho's Fe that makes him effortlessly magnetic and attuned to the emotional atmosphere around him, which also makes him naturally know how to read a room and respond in ways that keep the group comfortable and connected (..most of the time).
He openly seeks connection and harmony with the ones around them like how he actively reached out to Sieun even if it seemed unlikely which eventually made them have a special bond that they have now. However, as Fe serves as his child-like function, it can come out as clumsy and his actions can backfire in his attempts to preserve harmony. When Beomseok starts acting out because of his internal turmoil (the trauma of his past, the feeling of being left out), Suho fails to consider that side of him and simply sees Beomseok as acting out of line and being a jerk.
Inferior Intuition (Ni)
It's ironic how Suho has the exact opposite dominant and inferior functions as Sieun, and yet that's what makes them so compatible and why they respect each other even if they aren't alike. Suho's dominant Se keeps him grounded in the present moment, so he rarely thinks about long-term consequences. He acts on instinct, on what feels right in the moment, without considering where it might lead.
This is what makes him such a loyal friend and an effective fighter, but it's also what makes him vulnerable, like how he walks into the trap set by Beomseok, which led to his tragic accident. I
t's really in the tension with Beomseok where his inferior Ni comes into play. Suho isn't able to see the bigger picture and can't see his friend's struggle beneath surface-level observations, which really broke them apart. He genuinely doesn't realize how much he matters to the people around him or how his actions are being interpreted, like how Beomseok is desperate for his validation, or that his casual, easygoing nature is making Beomseok feel even more inferior.
OH BEOMSEOK — INFP Fi-Ne-Si-Te
Introverted Feeling (Fi)
Beomseok is honestly my super super favorite character in Weak Hero, not only because he's an INFP like me, but because his Fi is so complex and drives almost everything he does! He feels things very deeply, openly, and as portrayed in the show, destructively. He's a classic example of toxic Fi, where he struggles to process his emotions in healthy ways.
One thing about Beomseok is that though he's reserved and timid on the surface, his Fi-driven need for connection and belonging pushes him to be a shapeshifter; someone who can blend into any group when he wants to, like a chameleon. He's able to find his way to bond with both Sieun and Suho for a good while, but he's also able to blend in with the very same group of bullies that once tormented him and his friends, even if it came from an unhealthy place.
His Fi-driven desire is to be on the "winning side" and to have the upper hand for once instead of always being the victim. Fi dominants can struggle with emotional regulation, especially when they're young or traumatized. Beomseok's emotions escalate quickly from feeling left out to feeling furious, from wanting validation to wanting revenge. He doesn't have a strong auxiliary or tertiary function to help balance his Fi, so he ends up acting on his emotions in destructive ways.
Extraverted Intuition (Ne)
Since Beomseok's Fi is so wounded, it naturally affects his other functions, especially his auxiliary Ne, which leads him to see the worst possible interpretations of events rather than the best.
Ne is about seeing possibilities and interpreting meaning, and it's very active in Beomseok's character. He constantly studies Sieun and Suho's behavior to decode whether they truly accept him or are just tolerating him. He reads their actions through the lens of his own insecurities, generating endless possible interpretations (with most of them being negative!)
His ability to blend into any group that I mentioned earlier is also a very Ne thing to do, as he can read the social environment and adapt his behavior to fit in. Unfortunately, it reaches an extent where he loses the very identity his Fi craves in the first place. And in being such a people pleaser, that's what leads him to generate worst-case scenarios and eventually act hostile, particularly toward Suho, who unintentionally triggered Beomseok's trauma.
Introverted Sensing (Si)
Another important part of his character is the weight he carries from his past bullying and the abuse inflicted by his father, which follows him everywhere he goes. His Si has stored countless experiences of being seen as less than, which is why he's so easily triggered when he senses even the slightest hint of powerlessness or his pride being hurt.
Over time, this trauma has also manifested itself into a mindset he subconsciously follows: be the abuser or be the abused. He becomes so convinced that this is the only way to protect himself that he starts projecting his fears onto the people closest to him, eventually convincing himself that Suho has it out for him, even though Suho hasn't directly done anything to him yet.
Extraverted Thinking (Te)
Because Beomseok's Fi (his internal sense of self) is so deeply distorted, his Te ends up underdeveloped, which pushes him to look outward for validation and systems of power instead of finding it within himself. Since he doesn't have a strong internal compass to guide his sense of worth, he adopts external structures that tell him he's valuable.
This gives yet another perspective on why he's able to attach himself to different groups so easily, because his inferior Te is desperately searching for an external system that can give him a clear role, a sense of belonging, and some way to feel like he actually matters. Unfortunately, this also makes him a "natural schemer" who sucks up to those in power, even when it means betraying the people who genuinely cared about him :(
On top of that, his inferior Te makes him act impulsively and come up with poorly thought-out schemes, like the traps he sets up to sabotage Suho, without ever thinking through the long-term consequences of his actions. All he can focus on is immediate relief from the overwhelming feelings of insecurity and powerlessness that have haunted him for so long.
THE END
note: thank you @kiwiyunho for your singular comment that motivated me to write all this <3 please let me know if you guys want an analysis on season 2 characters as well! ♡
The Anatomy of a Weak Hero: My Interpretation of WHC Characters Through MBTI
or, where I analyze the cast of Weak Hero through MBTI/cognitive functions!
DISCLAIMER: This is just my own personal interpretation through personality frameworks because it's fun and I have thoughts! You are free to have your own opinions about them. Also this is kinda long, sorry not sorry! (2k words)
YEON SIEUN — INTJ Ni-Te-Fi-Se
Introverted Intuition (Ni)
Sieun's dominant function is probably the MOST debatable part of his MBTI (Ni vs. Si), but I strongly lean toward Ni dom, even if it doesn't show up in the most traditional way. Though quiet and invisible in most settings, he understands the environment's system from the inside out such as its hierarchy, power dynamics, and how violence perpetuates itself in ways others miss entirely.
He's extremely observant and picks up on cues quickly, even if he doesn't always act on them. He understands that Yeong-bin's aggression comes from jealousy, that Beom-seok's later aggression comes from issues with isolation and loneliness, and that the teachers and system itself enables the cycle.
His Ni also becomes incredibly dangerous in its extremes, like when Suho is beaten into a coma. In that moment, Sieun loses a clear mind as it fogs to a very narrowed mindset of tracking down everyone who was involved.
Extraverted Thinking (Te)
Te is a very clear function seen in Sieun!! From the littlest things such as how he consistently stays a top student with perfect grades, it's clear that he's exceptional in having a thirst for knowledge and discipline, arriving at school before sunrise every day and dedicating hours to self-study.
Even in everyday choices, when Juntae tells him the shortcut going home from school is a bad idea because of the bullies that camp there, Sieun dismisses the concern and says it's the faster route.
I dare even say his fighting style is also a manifestation of Te, where he's "brains over brawn." He has used pens, books, a pair of glasses, a dumbbell, and even a fire extinguisher as weapons to fight efficiently.
Introverted Feeling (Fi)
But beyond the brutal violence and efficiency of his nature, everything Sieun does comes from a deep sense of principles and justice. Fi is a function heavily associated with authenticity, and relevantly, Sieun rarely says things he doesn't mean and his actions are generally consistent with his internal values.
The reason why he chose to fight against bullies in the first place (even if it costs inefficiency and effort), is because of his disdain for ones who abuse their power, which seems to be a personal and visceral response rather than a learned principle.
But his Fi manifests most flamboyantly through his protective rage!! When his closest friends are threatened, he responds with violent intensity from a very personal place. Throughout the show, his growing bonds with others reshape how he sees the broken systems around him and reveal just how precious his friends have become.
Extraverted Sensing (Se)
Because of his strong relationship with his Ni and Te, Sieun's Se comes out in uncomfortable and inconsistent moments. He doesn't have as much physical power than other characters, which is part of why he compensates with strategy and objects.
Like a classic inferior Se user, the physical world feels foreign and uncomfortable to him, and he only engages with it when absolutely necessary. Even emotionally, he is very prone to exhibiting drastic extremes, either complete avoidance or overwhelming bursts of physical engagement.
This is why Sieun mostly avoids physical confrontation unless he has planned for it meticulously. But in his rock bottom moments, such as finding out Suho fell into a coma, he often loses control of his temper and lashes out through unplanned physicality and violence.
AHN SUHO — ESTP Se-Ti-Fe-Ni
Extraverted Sensing (Se)
When Sieun uses Se in bursts, Suho lives it out and embodies Se naturally (that's his polar opposite twin…!). He lives fully in the present moment, constantly scanning his environment for sensory information and opportunities to interact with it. With his MMA fighter experience, it shows just how in touch he is with his physical reality as he trusts his own instinctive moves to fight back rather than elaborate strategies like Sieun would.
As a dominant Se user, Suho is also uninterested in anything that isn't immediately applicable to the situation at hand, like how he maintains perfect school attendance only because of a promise to his grandmother rather than any academic ambition, unlike his part-time jobs that actually get him somewhere.
His way of showing affection to his friends is through quality time, another way of being in touch with the present moment, such as inviting Sieun and Beomseok to activities like eating out or playing billiards.
Introverted Thinking (Ti)
Even if Suho can seem impulsive and just going with the flow, his Ti is what balances his Se and helps him be aware of and understand why he acts the way he does. This is also why Sieun respects him despite having polar opposite dominant and inferior functions!
Ti also manifests in how Suho reads people; he seems to have a natural ability to understand others and assess their intentions quickly. Even though he doesn't overthink things the way Sieun does, he has an intuitive grasp of who people are and what they're capable of, which is why his acts of care often involve stepping in and telling people where they stop and what they can do. He saw capability in Beomseok to confront his past bullies and demand an apology, which he fully supported, but when Beomseok started getting out of control, he quickly intervened and made it clear he was out of line.
But one of the most subtle expressions of his Ti, if you think about it, is his use of humor to defuse and deflect. When Suho is genuinely moved by something, he deflects with humor instead of expressing vulnerability. When Sieun buys him ox bone soup, Suho says, "Your eyes, your actions, the way you talk, your expression—it's disgusting," when he's actually deeply touched.
Extraverted Feeling (Fe)
Though just a tertiary function, It's Suho's Fe that makes him effortlessly magnetic and attuned to the emotional atmosphere around him, which also makes him naturally know how to read a room and respond in ways that keep the group comfortable and connected (..most of the time).
He openly seeks connection and harmony with the ones around them like how he actively reached out to Sieun even if it seemed unlikely which eventually made them have a special bond that they have now. However, as Fe serves as his child-like function, it can come out as clumsy and his actions can backfire in his attempts to preserve harmony. When Beomseok starts acting out because of his internal turmoil (the trauma of his past, the feeling of being left out), Suho fails to consider that side of him and simply sees Beomseok as acting out of line and being a jerk.
Inferior Intuition (Ni)
It's ironic how Suho has the exact opposite dominant and inferior functions as Sieun, and yet that's what makes them so compatible and why they respect each other even if they aren't alike. Suho's dominant Se keeps him grounded in the present moment, so he rarely thinks about long-term consequences. He acts on instinct, on what feels right in the moment, without considering where it might lead.
This is what makes him such a loyal friend and an effective fighter, but it's also what makes him vulnerable, like how he walks into the trap set by Beomseok, which led to his tragic accident.
It's really in the tension with Beomseok where his inferior Ni comes into play. Suho isn't able to see the bigger picture and can't see his friend's struggle beneath surface-level observations, which really broke them apart. He genuinely doesn't realize how much he matters to the people around him or how his actions are being interpreted, like how Beomseok is desperate for his validation, or that his casual, easygoing nature is making Beomseok feel even more inferior.
OH BEOMSEOK — INFP Fi-Ne-Si-Te
Introverted Feeling (Fi)
Beomseok is honestly my super super favorite character in Weak Hero, not only because he's an INFP like me, but because his Fi is so complex and drives almost everything he does! He feels things very deeply, openly, and as portrayed in the show, destructively. He's a classic example of toxic Fi, where he struggles to process his emotions in healthy ways.
One thing about Beomseok is that though he's reserved and timid on the surface, his Fi-driven need for connection and belonging pushes him to be a shapeshifter; someone who can blend into any group when he wants to, like a chameleon. He's able to find his way to bond with both Sieun and Suho for a good while, but he's also able to blend in with the very same group of bullies that once tormented him and his friends, even if it came from an unhealthy place.
His Fi-driven desire is to be on the "winning side" and to have the upper hand for once instead of always being the victim. Fi dominants can struggle with emotional regulation, especially when they're young or traumatized. Beomseok's emotions escalate quickly from feeling left out to feeling furious, from wanting validation to wanting revenge. He doesn't have a strong auxiliary or tertiary function to help balance his Fi, so he ends up acting on his emotions in destructive ways.
Extraverted Intuition (Ne)
Since Beomseok's Fi is so wounded, it naturally affects his other functions, especially his auxiliary Ne, which leads him to see the worst possible interpretations of events rather than the best.
Ne is about seeing possibilities and interpreting meaning, and it's very active in Beomseok's character. He constantly studies Sieun and Suho's behavior to decode whether they truly accept him or are just tolerating him. He reads their actions through the lens of his own insecurities, generating endless possible interpretations (with most of them being negative!)
His ability to blend into any group that I mentioned earlier is also a very Ne thing to do, as he can read the social environment and adapt his behavior to fit in. Unfortunately, it reaches an extent where he loses the very identity his Fi craves in the first place. And in being such a people pleaser, that's what leads him to generate worst-case scenarios and eventually act hostile, particularly toward Suho, who unintentionally triggered Beomseok's trauma.
Introverted Sensing (Si)
Another important part of his character is the weight he carries from his past bullying and the abuse inflicted by his father, which follows him everywhere he goes. His Si has stored countless experiences of being seen as less than, which is why he's so easily triggered when he senses even the slightest hint of powerlessness or his pride being hurt.
Over time, this trauma has also manifested itself into a mindset he subconsciously follows: be the abuser or be the abused. He becomes so convinced that this is the only way to protect himself that he starts projecting his fears onto the people closest to him, eventually convincing himself that Suho has it out for him, even though Suho hasn't directly done anything to him yet.
Extraverted Thinking (Te)
Because Beomseok's Fi (his internal sense of self) is so deeply distorted, his Te ends up underdeveloped, which pushes him to look outward for validation and systems of power instead of finding it within himself. Since he doesn't have a strong internal compass to guide his sense of worth, he adopts external structures that tell him he's valuable.
This gives yet another perspective on why he's able to attach himself to different groups so easily, because his inferior Te is desperately searching for an external system that can give him a clear role, a sense of belonging, and some way to feel like he actually matters. Unfortunately, this also makes him a "natural schemer" who sucks up to those in power, even when it means betraying the people who genuinely cared about him :(
On top of that, his inferior Te makes him act impulsively and come up with poorly thought-out schemes, like the traps he sets up to sabotage Suho, without ever thinking through the long-term consequences of his actions. All he can focus on is immediate relief from the overwhelming feelings of insecurity and powerlessness that have haunted him for so long.
THE END
note: thank you @kiwiyunho for your singular comment that motivated me to write all this <3 please let me know if you guys want an analysis on season 2 characters as well! ♡
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gojo satoru x kenjaku/fake geto suguru | ONGOING ‼️
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“Yo!” The greeting rings in his ears like a microphone dropped on solid ground. It’s a voice Satoru has learned to memorize, try so hard to forget, yet also look for all at the same damn time.
“Satoru,” it purrs.
That can’t be right.
It purrs his name all the same. Uncannily the same.
“Long time no see,” the voice croaks again, closer. Too close. Too real.
It's just another dream, another far fantasy his mind has made up to console his sorry and wounded heart ever since that day. He hasn’t felt the same ever since. And Satoru is convinced that his mind is just playing tricks on him like it has always done. Grief makes you think and do stupid things, you see. Grief is pregnant with delusions and hopes for a love that has nowhere to go.
However, like an Orpheus desperate to see his Eurydice again no matter the orders of Hades…
first fanfic ever! >< i've had this idea for some time now, and after rewatching JJK (for the nth time) and finishing The Summer Hikaru Died, i've finally gathered the courage to write a fic of my own this might turn out to be more angsty than i thought...
i will apologize in advance, expect slow updates ( ´-｀), im in a very busy time of my life right now but i will do everything i can to continue writing! i gotta dedicate this work to serenadewave's (meda's) crimson supernova :) meda, if you see this, i thank your work for rekindling my passion to write once again, i hope u get better soon!
summary . yeon sieun knows how to be alone, but he doesn't know how to be wanted. ahn suho is unintentionally teaching him that.
ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/88110316
notes. haiii !!! first fic ever on tumblr, so please be nice ૮꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა i'd love to hear your thoughts if you have any ♡
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Yeon Sieun, class 1-3 of Byuksan High, was not worth the consistency of another person's presence.
Neither party would benefit from such an arrangement, and everyone seemed perfectly fine with that, especially him. Unless, of course, you were one of the idiots who showed up every day looking for an easy target — in which case your benefit would be a slightly inflated ego right up until his fist met your face. Everything had its place. People left him alone, and he left them alone. It was efficient.
Yeon Sieun. Class 1-3. Top of his class. Exceptional scores. Simple as that.
So who the fuck is Ahn Suho?
Ahn Suho, also class 1-3, occupied the seat four or five desks away from Yeon Sieun, positioned diagonally in the corner by the wall. He's a seemingly himbo-ish guy who slept through most of the day and only stirred for lunch, though even that wasn't guaranteed on most days. Sieun had never given him more than a passing glance. He was just another body occupying space, another irrelevant variable that didn't factor into the equation of his daily existence.
None of this would have happened if it weren't for what occurred during the mock test, really. Under pressure and threat, transferee Oh Beom-seok hesitated, and then carefully reached for Sieun's nape, attaching the fentanyl patch that had been shoved into his trembling hands just moments earlier. The minutes crawled by as the patch slowly seeped into Sieun's skin, and even as his hand never once wavered while shading the circles on his answer sheet, he could feel the edges of his consciousness fraying; blacking out for seconds at a time, snapping back with less and less clarity each time. It only made sense when, upon returning and checking his answers, he discovered he had made one mistake. One single, devastating mistake.
And then everything went black.
And then Ahn Suho came into the picture, shoving him across the student chairs onto the floor just before Sieun could bring his foot down on the bully's face. Seriously, who the hell did this guy think he was?
Who even are you?
—
Such a simple question, and stupidly, it had no answer yet. The cafeteria was in its usual bustling chaos, but Yeon Sieun sat across from Ahn Suho with an unreadable expression, watching him eat with an eagerness that bordered on shameless. He'd already treated the guy to a meal as an appropriate apology for the mock test incident, and yet Suho had simply decided, all on his own, that this was how things were going to be for the rest of their days. Seriously. Who was this guy?
"Hey." Suho started suddenly, mouth half-full, and Sieun instinctively inched back at the sight. "I know a good place we could go this weekend. They have really good food."
Sieun blinked. "How are you talking about food while eating food?"
"What? They have really good jjajangmyeon. Probably the best in town."
Sieun stared at him for a long moment, trying to solve a very complicated puzzle which was the thought process of the guy across from him. Suho, completely unbothered, continued eating like he had no idea he was being studied.
"I have hagwon," Sieun said eventually, with a sigh that was almost resigned. "I'll pass."
"What? No, we're going there on the weekend."
From another perspective, really, Ahn Suho was quite the interesting individual. You could hear the complete absence of acknowledgement in his voice that Sieun had just declined the invitation. As if he had simply heard the words, processed them, and decided they were irrelevant. As if cram school was just a minor inconvenience to be brushed aside. As if Sieun's refusal was a suggestion more than it was a statement. As if the only thing that mattered was the weekend, and the food, and the fact that Suho had already decided they were going.
Sieun looked at him again with that same look, like the many questions he had about him would appear if he stared long enough. Now that he thought about it, the concept of the rejection wasn't even part of the picture right now, at least not in Suho's head, because he knew they'd go anyway.
And Suho wasn't entirely wrong for thinking that.
Sieun actually considered that it wouldn't hurt to skip just this one time, just to see what the fuss was about. He had already been folding to his words before he even realized it himself, and he hated that he couldn't pinpoint when it had happened.
“Maybe. I’ll let you know.” He found himself saying back to Suho
—
The night was quiet as usual, with Sieun hunched over his desk while the tutorial lesson played on his laptop and the voice of his own mother explaining concepts he already understood. His hand moved diligently across the paper, the numbers needing to be written down coming as naturally as breathing. The rhythm was steady, almost meditative, until the loud doorbell cut through the silence halting his thoughts in an abrupt stop.
His father wasn't going to be home for a few days, so it's not like he was really expecting anyone. Sieun slowly got up from his chair, making his way to the porch, and gently pulled the door open.
And what a surprise. Suho stood there, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on his skin in a way that was thoroughly unnecessary, his motorcycle helmet still strapped to his head like he had forgotten he was wearing it. Sieun considered, for a brief moment, whether the door was heavy enough to block out the entire existence of the person standing in front of him.
"How long does it take to open the door, man?" Suho sighed, his voice dripping with more drama than the situation warranted. His body leaned forward in exhaustion, forcing Sieun to take a few steps back as Suho dropped to the floor against the wall of the porch, completely unbothered by the fact that he had just invaded someone else's home without permission. He took off his helmet, letting it rest beside him, and held out his hand toward Sieun like he was expecting something.
Sieun just stared at him from a safe distance, still trying to process what on earth had brought this guy to his doorstep at this hour. He stared at the outstretched hand, then at the figure sprawled against his porch wall, and wondered if this was just how Suho moved through the world—assuming everyone would accommodate him, assuming doors would open, assuming water would appear if he asked for it. He wouldn't call it arrogance, exactly. It was something that looked a lot like trust, but directed at people who don't really deserve it. Or maybe, Sieun thought, Suho just didn't see the world in terms of earning things at all.
"What are you doing here—"
"Come on, water. You got a bottle at least?" Suho panted out, his head dropping down as his hand gestured vaguely like he was asking for a handout.
Sieun continued staring, his mind running through the same loops with the same questions never answered. Who is this guy? Who does he think he is? What kind of person just shows up at someone's door, demands water, and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world?
He found himself turning around anyway, walking toward the kitchen without a word. Because as much as he wanted to be annoyed, as much as he wanted to shut the door and pretend this never happened, what a bold mindset it took to treat someone else's home as a touch base safety net.
Sieun grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, walked back to the porch, and held it out to Suho without a word.
Suho took it with a grin, already unscrewing the cap like he knew this would happen all along. "Thanks, man. Knew I could count on you."
Sieun just watched as he drank, watched the way his throat moved as he gulped down the water, and wondered, for the thousandth time, how someone so impossibly irritating could also be so impossible to ignore.
Who even are you?
—
The intimidation at the school gates had already happened—that little performance during dismissal when Yeong-bin's cousin and his crew posted up by the exit like they owned the place. With Beom-seok's help and Suho's presence, they'd managed to make those guys back off, at least for the moment. It was agreed upon that it was better than involving themselves into any mess with that crew.
But Sieun knew better than to think that was the end of it.
He didn't tell anyone. He didn't even really know what was going on in his head when he arranged the meeting, just that he was tired of waiting for the next threat to find him. So he went alone.
The alley was dark, tucked away in an empty part of the district where the streetlights flickered and the walls were stained with graffiti that had no particular clear message. He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching as four figures emerged from the shadows.
The tallest one of them all came forward first, Jeon Seok-dae.
"Didn't think you'd actually show," Seok-dae said, cracking his neck. "Brave. Or stupid. Haven't decided which yet."
Sieun just stared, his face blank, the way it always was when he was thinking.
I'd just disappear? After what you fucking did to me? You broke my nose--I had to transfer schools because of you!"
"You put a fentanyl patch on my neck," Sieun said flatly. "You're lucky I didn't do worse."
Seok-dae laughed. "Fentanyl patch? That's what this is about?" He glanced at Yeong-bin. "You didn't tell me he was smart."
"It doesn't matter what he knows," Yeong-bin snapped. "Just fuck him up. That's what I'm paying you for."
Seok-dae held up a hand, silencing him. "Relax. I'll handle this." He turned back to Sieun, cracking his knuckles. "I hear you're the top student. My cousin wants your hand. Can't write if you can't hold a pen."
Yeong-bin grinned. "How's that sound, genius?"
Seok dae then slowly raised a fist. Before the punch could land, a figure came out of nowhere—shoving him sideways with enough force to send him stumbling into the wall. Suho stood there, breathing hard, his eyes locked on Seok-dae.
"Sorry I'm late," Suho said, cracking a grin that didn't quite mask the anger underneath. "Had to find parking."
Sieun stared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Beom-seok saw you leave. Told me where you were going." Suho glanced at him. "You really thought you were gonna handle this alone?"
"I had it under control."
"Yeah, sure you did." Suho turned to face Seok-dae, rolling his shoulders. "You must be the cousin."
Sieun didn't remember much of it beyond that point—just flashes of a pipe connecting to bone, Suho's silhouette moving through the chaos like he was born for it, the way they fell into a violent but efficient rhythm without a single word exchanged. When it was over, the alley was empty except for the two of them, breathing hard, bruised, but still standing.
In a few more beats, Sieun collapsed against the alley wall without a word. His legs had given out, the adrenaline draining faster than he could hold onto it. Suho crouched to his level, still panting, and asked, "You okay?"
Sieun didn't answer and just stared into space, catching his breath, his mind still processing what had just happened.
Suho sighed, the sound heavy and resigned, like he had no choice but to do something he was required to do. He turned his back to Sieun and knelt to his knees, his arms reaching back toward him in a clear gesture. Sieun blinked.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Suho said, his voice flat, like the answer was obvious. "Get on."
Sieun sighed. "What are you saying, huh?"
"Your ankle's done. Don't argue with me now."
Sieun opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. He could feel the dull throb in his ankle now, the way it buckled when he tried to put weight on it.
"Just get on," Suho said again, like he had all the time in the world. "I've got you."
Sieun stared at the broad curve of Suho's back. He'd never been carried before. Not like this. Before he realized it, he was already moving, reaching forward, arms wrapping around Suho's shoulders, letting himself be lifted.
Suho stood up like it was nothing, adjusting Sieun's weight with ease. "See? That wasn't so hard."
They walked in silence for a while with the streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the pavement. Sieun's breathing slowly steadied, and the throb in his ankle dulled to something manageable.
Then Suho started humming.
It was a tuneless, almost mindless vibration in his chest that Sieun could feel through his back. Then it became a stupid little chant that Suho seemed to be making up on the spot.
"Got the cold, dense dude on a piggyback ride~"
Sieun's eyes narrowed.
"'Cause he had nowhere else to hide~"
"'He said he didn't need my help, but now he's holding on tight~'"
Suho paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch, clearly waiting for a reaction. When none came, he nudged Sieun with a roll of his shoulder, a small, taunting jostle.
"What? I'm right, right? Huh? Huh?"
Another nudge, more insistent this time.
"Come on, you know I'm right. Just admit it. One little word. 'Yes, my good friend Suho, you were right.' That's all I'm asking for."
Sieun said nothing.
Suho sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Tough crowd.."
The silence returned, as the streetlights continued their slow flicker overhead, casting long shadows that stretched and shrank with each step. Sieun's breathing had steadied completely, the rise and fall of his chest almost matching the tempo of Suho's footsteps.
His mind was unusually clearer than usual, as he found himself focusing on the small things. he warmth of Suho's back against his chest. The slight sway of his body with each step. The way Suho's grip on his legs didn't waver, even though he'd been carrying him for blocks now. It was strange, being held like this. Being someone else's weight to bear, and not being made to feel like a burden for it.
He thought about the fight, about the way they had moved together like they'd been doing it for years. And he thought about how, when Suho had shown up in that alley, Sieun hadn't felt relief exactly. It was something he still couldn't quite name even after all this time. It wasn't annoyance anymore. That much he knew. The irritation had faded somewhere between the alley and the flickering streetlights, replaced by something more intimate than he'd want to admit.
He thought about how Suho had asked him to skip cram school, and how he had said maybe. How he was already planning to say yes, even though he hadn't admitted it out loud. How Suho had shown up at his door, collapsed on his porch, demanded water, and Sieun had given it to him without a second thought. How Suho had crouched there, patient, waiting for Sieun to let himself be carried.
And Sieun had let him.
That was the part that struck a nerve. He had let him. He had said yes with his body, with his words, and with the weight of himself (quite literally). He had trusted someone else to hold him up.
Suho's humming had stopped, but he was still moving with that same easy rhythm, his steps steady and sure. Sieun watched the back of his head, the way his hair moved with each step, the way his shoulders rose and fell with each breath. Slowly, almost without thinking, Sieun let his head drop forward until his forehead rested against the back of Suho's neck. Then, even more slowly, he let himself lean into it, just to feel the warmth of Suho's skin and the steady pulse of his heartbeat.
summary . yeon sieun knows how to be alone, but he doesn't know how to be wanted. ahn suho is unintentionally teaching him that.
ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/88110316
notes. haiii !!! first fic ever on tumblr, so please be nice ૮꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა i'd love to hear your thoughts if you have any ♡
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Yeon Sieun, class 1-3 of Byuksan High, was not worth the consistency of another person's presence.
Neither party would benefit from such an arrangement, and everyone seemed perfectly fine with that, especially him. Unless, of course, you were one of the idiots who showed up every day looking for an easy target — in which case your benefit would be a slightly inflated ego right up until his fist met your face. Everything had its place. People left him alone, and he left them alone. It was efficient.
Yeon Sieun. Class 1-3. Top of his class. Exceptional scores. Simple as that.
So who the fuck is Ahn Suho?
Ahn Suho, also class 1-3, occupied the seat four or five desks away from Yeon Sieun, positioned diagonally in the corner by the wall. He's a seemingly himbo-ish guy who slept through most of the day and only stirred for lunch, though even that wasn't guaranteed on most days. Sieun had never given him more than a passing glance. He was just another body occupying space, another irrelevant variable that didn't factor into the equation of his daily existence.
None of this would have happened if it weren't for what occurred during the mock test, really. Under pressure and threat, transferee Oh Beom-seok hesitated, and then carefully reached for Sieun's nape, attaching the fentanyl patch that had been shoved into his trembling hands just moments earlier. The minutes crawled by as the patch slowly seeped into Sieun's skin, and even as his hand never once wavered while shading the circles on his answer sheet, he could feel the edges of his consciousness fraying; blacking out for seconds at a time, snapping back with less and less clarity each time. It only made sense when, upon returning and checking his answers, he discovered he had made one mistake. One single, devastating mistake.
And then everything went black.
And then Ahn Suho came into the picture, shoving him across the student chairs onto the floor just before Sieun could bring his foot down on the bully's face. Seriously, who the hell did this guy think he was?
Who even are you?
—
Such a simple question, and stupidly, it had no answer yet. The cafeteria was in its usual bustling chaos, but Yeon Sieun sat across from Ahn Suho with an unreadable expression, watching him eat with an eagerness that bordered on shameless. He'd already treated the guy to a meal as an appropriate apology for the mock test incident, and yet Suho had simply decided, all on his own, that this was how things were going to be for the rest of their days. Seriously. Who was this guy?
"Hey." Suho started suddenly, mouth half-full, and Sieun instinctively inched back at the sight. "I know a good place we could go this weekend. They have really good food."
Sieun blinked. "How are you talking about food while eating food?"
"What? They have really good jjajangmyeon. Probably the best in town."
Sieun stared at him for a long moment, trying to solve a very complicated puzzle which was the thought process of the guy across from him. Suho, completely unbothered, continued eating like he had no idea he was being studied.
"I have hagwon," Sieun said eventually, with a sigh that was almost resigned. "I'll pass."
"What? No, we're going there on the weekend."
From another perspective, really, Ahn Suho was quite the interesting individual. You could hear the complete absence of acknowledgement in his voice that Sieun had just declined the invitation. As if he had simply heard the words, processed them, and decided they were irrelevant. As if cram school was just a minor inconvenience to be brushed aside. As if Sieun's refusal was a suggestion more than it was a statement. As if the only thing that mattered was the weekend, and the food, and the fact that Suho had already decided they were going.
Sieun looked at him again with that same look, like the many questions he had about him would appear if he stared long enough. Now that he thought about it, the concept of the rejection wasn't even part of the picture right now, at least not in Suho's head, because he knew they'd go anyway.
And Suho wasn't entirely wrong for thinking that.
Sieun actually considered that it wouldn't hurt to skip just this one time, just to see what the fuss was about. He had already been folding to his words before he even realized it himself, and he hated that he couldn't pinpoint when it had happened.
“Maybe. I’ll let you know.” He found himself saying back to Suho
—
The night was quiet as usual, with Sieun hunched over his desk while the tutorial lesson played on his laptop and the voice of his own mother explaining concepts he already understood. His hand moved diligently across the paper, the numbers needing to be written down coming as naturally as breathing. The rhythm was steady, almost meditative, until the loud doorbell cut through the silence halting his thoughts in an abrupt stop.
His father wasn't going to be home for a few days, so it's not like he was really expecting anyone. Sieun slowly got up from his chair, making his way to the porch, and gently pulled the door open.
And what a surprise. Suho stood there, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on his skin in a way that was thoroughly unnecessary, his motorcycle helmet still strapped to his head like he had forgotten he was wearing it. Sieun considered, for a brief moment, whether the door was heavy enough to block out the entire existence of the person standing in front of him.
"How long does it take to open the door, man?" Suho sighed, his voice dripping with more drama than the situation warranted. His body leaned forward in exhaustion, forcing Sieun to take a few steps back as Suho dropped to the floor against the wall of the porch, completely unbothered by the fact that he had just invaded someone else's home without permission. He took off his helmet, letting it rest beside him, and held out his hand toward Sieun like he was expecting something.
Sieun just stared at him from a safe distance, still trying to process what on earth had brought this guy to his doorstep at this hour. He stared at the outstretched hand, then at the figure sprawled against his porch wall, and wondered if this was just how Suho moved through the world—assuming everyone would accommodate him, assuming doors would open, assuming water would appear if he asked for it. He wouldn't call it arrogance, exactly. It was something that looked a lot like trust, but directed at people who don't really deserve it. Or maybe, Sieun thought, Suho just didn't see the world in terms of earning things at all.
"What are you doing here—"
"Come on, water. You got a bottle at least?" Suho panted out, his head dropping down as his hand gestured vaguely like he was asking for a handout.
Sieun continued staring, his mind running through the same loops with the same questions never answered. Who is this guy? Who does he think he is? What kind of person just shows up at someone's door, demands water, and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world?
He found himself turning around anyway, walking toward the kitchen without a word. Because as much as he wanted to be annoyed, as much as he wanted to shut the door and pretend this never happened, what a bold mindset it took to treat someone else's home as a touch base safety net.
Sieun grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, walked back to the porch, and held it out to Suho without a word.
Suho took it with a grin, already unscrewing the cap like he knew this would happen all along. "Thanks, man. Knew I could count on you."
Sieun just watched as he drank, watched the way his throat moved as he gulped down the water, and wondered, for the thousandth time, how someone so impossibly irritating could also be so impossible to ignore.
Who even are you?
—
The intimidation at the school gates had already happened—that little performance during dismissal when Yeong-bin's cousin and his crew posted up by the exit like they owned the place. With Beom-seok's help and Suho's presence, they'd managed to make those guys back off, at least for the moment. It was agreed upon that it was better than involving themselves into any mess with that crew.
But Sieun knew better than to think that was the end of it.
He didn't tell anyone. He didn't even really know what was going on in his head when he arranged the meeting, just that he was tired of waiting for the next threat to find him. So he went alone.
The alley was dark, tucked away in an empty part of the district where the streetlights flickered and the walls were stained with graffiti that had no particular clear message. He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching as four figures emerged from the shadows.
The tallest one of them all came forward first, Jeon Seok-dae.
"Didn't think you'd actually show," Seok-dae said, cracking his neck. "Brave. Or stupid. Haven't decided which yet."
Sieun just stared, his face blank, the way it always was when he was thinking.
Yeong-bin from the back shoved past Seok-dae, his face twisted with rage. "I'd just disappear? After what you fucking did to me? You broke my nose--I had to transfer schools because of you!"
"You put a fentanyl patch on my neck," Sieun said flatly. "You're lucky I didn't do worse."
Seok-dae laughed. "Fentanyl patch? That's what this is about?" He glanced at Yeong-bin. "You didn't tell me he was smart."
"It doesn't matter what he knows," Yeong-bin snapped. "Just fuck him up. That's what I'm paying you for."
Seok-dae held up a hand, silencing him. "Relax. I'll handle this." He turned back to Sieun, cracking his knuckles. "I hear you're the top student. My cousin wants your hand. Can't write if you can't hold a pen."
Yeong-bin grinned. "How's that sound, genius?"
Seok dae then slowly raised a fist. Before the punch could land, a figure came out of nowhere—shoving him sideways with enough force to send him stumbling into the wall. Suho stood there, breathing hard, his eyes locked on Seok-dae.
"Sorry I'm late," Suho said, cracking a grin that didn't quite mask the anger underneath. "Had to find parking."
Sieun stared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Beom-seok saw you leave. Told me where you were going." Suho glanced at him. "You really thought you were gonna handle this alone?"
"I had it under control."
"Yeah, sure you did." Suho turned to face Seok-dae, rolling his shoulders. "You must be the cousin."
Sieun didn't remember much of it beyond that point—just flashes of a pipe connecting to bone, Suho's silhouette moving through the chaos like he was born for it, the way they fell into a violent but efficient rhythm without a single word exchanged. When it was over, the alley was empty except for the two of them, breathing hard, bruised, but still standing.
In a few more beats, Sieun collapsed against the alley wall without a word. His legs had given out, the adrenaline draining faster than he could hold onto it. Suho crouched to his level, still panting, and asked, "You okay?"
Sieun didn't answer and just stared into space, catching his breath, his mind still processing what had just happened.
Suho sighed, the sound heavy and resigned, like he had no choice but to do something he was required to do. He turned his back to Sieun and knelt to his knees, his arms reaching back toward him in a clear gesture. Sieun blinked.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Suho said, his voice flat, like the answer was obvious. "Get on."
Sieun sighed. "What are you saying, huh?"
"Your ankle's done. Don't argue with me now."
Sieun opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. He could feel the dull throb in his ankle now, the way it buckled when he tried to put weight on it.
"Just get on," Suho said again, like he had all the time in the world. "I've got you."
Sieun stared at the broad curve of Suho's back. He'd never been carried before. Not like this. Before he realized it, he was already moving, reaching forward, arms wrapping around Suho's shoulders, letting himself be lifted.
Suho stood up like it was nothing, adjusting Sieun's weight with ease. "See? That wasn't so hard."
They walked in silence for a while with the streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the pavement. Sieun's breathing slowly steadied, and the throb in his ankle dulled to something manageable.
Then Suho started humming.
It was a tuneless, almost mindless vibration in his chest that Sieun could feel through his back. Then it became a stupid little chant that Suho seemed to be making up on the spot.
"Got the cold, dense dude on a piggyback ride~"
Sieun's eyes narrowed.
"'Cause he had nowhere else to hide~"
"'He said he didn't need my help, but now he's holding on tight~'"
Suho paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch, clearly waiting for a reaction. When none came, he nudged Sieun with a roll of his shoulder, a small, taunting jostle.
"What? I'm right, right? Huh? Huh?"
Another nudge, more insistent this time.
"Come on, you know I'm right. Just admit it. One little word. 'Yes, my good friend Suho, you were right.' That's all I'm asking for."
Sieun said nothing.
Suho sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Tough crowd.."
The silence returned, as the streetlights continued their slow flicker overhead, casting long shadows that stretched and shrank with each step. Sieun's breathing had steadied completely, the rise and fall of his chest almost matching the tempo of Suho's footsteps.
His mind was unusually clearer than usual, as he found himself focusing on the small things. he warmth of Suho's back against his chest. The slight sway of his body with each step. The way Suho's grip on his legs didn't waver, even though he'd been carrying him for blocks now. It was strange, being held like this. Being someone else's weight to bear, and not being made to feel like a burden for it.
He thought about the fight, about the way they had moved together like they'd been doing it for years. And he thought about how, when Suho had shown up in that alley, Sieun hadn't felt relief exactly. It was something he still couldn't quite name even after all this time. It wasn't annoyance anymore. That much he knew. The irritation had faded somewhere between the alley and the flickering streetlights, replaced by something more intimate than he'd want to admit.
He thought about how Suho had asked him to skip cram school, and how he had said maybe. How he was already planning to say yes, even though he hadn't admitted it out loud. How Suho had shown up at his door, collapsed on his porch, demanded water, and Sieun had given it to him without a second thought. How Suho had crouched there, patient, waiting for Sieun to let himself be carried.
And Sieun had let him.
That was the part that struck a nerve. He had let him. He had said yes with his body, with his words, and with the weight of himself (quite literally). He had trusted someone else to hold him up.
Suho's humming had stopped, but he was still moving with that same easy rhythm, his steps steady and sure. Sieun watched the back of his head, the way his hair moved with each step, the way his shoulders rose and fell with each breath. Slowly, almost without thinking, Sieun let his head drop forward until his forehead rested against the back of Suho's neck. Then, even more slowly, he let himself lean into it, just to feel the warmth of Suho's skin and the steady pulse of his heartbeat.
gojo satoru x kenjaku/fake geto suguru | ONGOING ‼️
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“Yo!” The greeting rings in his ears like a microphone dropped on solid ground. It’s a voice Satoru has learned to memorize, try so hard to forget, yet also look for all at the same damn time.
“Satoru,” it purrs.
That can’t be right.
It purrs his name all the same. Uncannily the same.
“Long time no see,” the voice croaks again, closer. Too close. Too real.
It's just another dream, another far fantasy his mind has made up to console his sorry and wounded heart ever since that day. He hasn’t felt the same ever since. And Satoru is convinced that his mind is just playing tricks on him like it has always done. Grief makes you think and do stupid things, you see. Grief is pregnant with delusions and hopes for a love that has nowhere to go.
However, like an Orpheus desperate to see his Eurydice again no matter the orders of Hades…
first fanfic ever! >< i've had this idea for some time now, and after rewatching JJK (for the nth time) and finishing The Summer Hikaru Died, i've finally gathered the courage to write a fic of my own this might turn out to be more angsty than i thought...
i will apologize in advance, expect slow updates ( ´-｀), im in a very busy time of my life right now but i will do everything i can to continue writing! i gotta dedicate this work to serenadewave's (meda's) crimson supernova :) meda, if you see this, i thank your work for rekindling my passion to write once again, i hope u get better soon!
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