#ahn suho

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Which color is better: left or right? 🤔

[pigeonchildlikesprocrastinating]

sieun and suho are so queerplatonic to me. like ik everyone hcs them as boyfriends/having romantic interest in each other but i just think they want to spend the rest of their lives together in a way that isn't necessarily romantic

like maybe it's just cause im super aroace and don't really understand what romance is/meant to feel like but whenever i think about shse i just think that those two are not the type to have the clean label of boyfriends, and like not in the fanfic 'ive accidentally been dating my best friend for a year' way but more that labels aren't a thing that matter to them or their relationship

i do see them as the type where everyone looks at them and Thinks They're Dating or pushes them to finally ask the other person out because obviously you're into each other!!! why aren't you dating yet???? but i think that's something pushed onto them by the people around them

like im pretty sure neither of them would deny being boyfriends if someone said it, but i don't think it's the label THEY would use for themselves

*particularly i think suho might deny it at first bc he worries about how sieun would react but sieun does not gaf in the slightest. he does not care about what other people think of his relationship with suho. shse is shse business and as long as it makes sense to the two of them, sieun could not care less about what others think. once suho learns that sieun doesn't care whether people call them best friends or boyfriends or 'just roommates', he also stops bothering because if sieun doesn't mind then, hey, he doesn't either!

suho and sieun strike me as both being very secure in themselves and their own identity. the moments they falter and start to doubt themselves are when they hurt the people they love or blame themselves for allowing the people they love to get hurt. i think if either sieun or suho DID care about labels, then the other would care as well, because they care about what the other person thinks, but external comments wouldn't shake them because they're not insecure about their relationship

they're just suho and sieun and sieun and suho!! it doesn't matter what label they use, or if they use one at all, all that matters is that they're spending the rest of their life with the person they love, safe and sound

[sussusuho]

i need more headcanons with Ahn Suho 💔💔 my lovely boy

[dotdotpen]

🌅.

[monstrcatz]

fem sushi that i finally finished after so many months of working on this on and off 😭😭😭 my literal babies i love them 🧡

[fightingballerina]

My autocorrect always changes “Suho” to “sushi” and while it is annoying af I think that’s what he would’ve wanted, so it’s fine I guess.

[beezlarry]

Waiting For You.

Beomseok x Yeongi

Word count: 3.9K

Weak Hero Class 1 | Beom-seok/Yeong-i | Teen

Warnings: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Soft take on the characters, No major character death

Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff, found family, soft beom-seok, yeong-i deserves nice things, group friendship, si-eun & su-ho are there, emotional hurt/comfort, mutual pining, getting to know each other, happy ending, canon divergence

Summary: After everything settles down, Yeong-i stays.

Beom-seok doesn’t mind.

In fact, he starts waiting for her without really noticing he’s doing it.

A quiet slow-burn where nothing goes wrong this time.

Notes: This is a soft AU. The darker canon events don’t happen. Just the four of them existing and Beom-seok slowly falling without realizing it yet.

Part 1.

Yeong-i hadn’t planned on staying.

When Gil-su finally got arrested and his whole operation fell apart, most of the other kids who had been under him scattered within days. Some went back to family. Some just disappeared into different parts of the city. Yeong-i had nowhere particular to go and no one waiting for her, so when Su-ho casually told her she could crash at his place for a few days, she didn’t argue. She just nodded and followed him home that night.

A few days turned into a week.

A week turned into almost two.

Su-ho’s grandmother never made it into a big deal. The first night she simply put an extra blanket and an old towel on the floor of Su-ho’s small room, then told Yeong-i to wash up and eat something before it got cold. After that she started setting aside leftover rice like Yeong-i had always been there. She didn’t ask questions about where Yeong-i had come from or why she wasn’t in school. She just treated her like another person living under her roof.

Su-ho’s aunt, who ran the small restaurant a few streets away, was a little sharper. The first time Yeong-i showed up asking for work, the aunt looked her up and down, raised one eyebrow, and said, “You actually know how to work or are you just going to stand around?”

Yeong-i washed dishes for three hours straight without complaining.

The next day the aunt handed her an apron and told her to come back at the same time.

That was how it started.

Beom-seok met her properly a few days after she began working there.

He and Si-eun had come by after school because Su-ho was doing deliveries and had texted them to wait if they wanted to hang out later. When they arrived, Yeong-i was sitting on one of the plastic chairs outside the restaurant, untying her apron and rolling her shoulders. She looked up when they stopped in front of her, gave a short nod, and went back to stretching.

Su-ho arrived on his scooter a few minutes later, helmet still under his arm.

“This is Yeong-i,” he said casually. “She’s staying at mine for now. Yeong-i, this is Si-eun, you already know him, and this is Beom-seok.”

She looked at them both for a second.

“Hi.”

Beom-seok nodded back. Si-eun gave a quiet greeting of his own. That was all.

At first they didn’t talk much.

The days settled into a quiet rhythm instead.

On the evenings Su-ho had delivery shifts, Yeong-i finished her work earlier and waited outside. Sometimes Si-eun was there with a book open on his lap. Sometimes it was only Beom-seok. When it was just the two of them, the silence never felt forced. She would occasionally comment on a customer who had been particularly annoying, or on how the rice cooker in the kitchen kept burning the bottom layer no matter what they did. He would answer in short sentences. Neither of them tried to fill every pause.

One cooler evening she forgot her jacket inside. Beom-seok ended up walking her back to Su-ho’s building so she wouldn’t freeze. They didn’t talk much on the way. She kept her hands in her pockets and kicked a small rock along the sidewalk. Every time it rolled too far ahead, he stepped on it and sent it back toward her without saying anything. She laughed under her breath the third time he did it.

When they reached the building, Su-ho’s grandmother opened the door before Yeong-i could even knock. The old woman looked at the two of them, then past them for Su-ho.

“He’s still working,” Yeong-i said.

The grandmother nodded and stepped aside. “There’s rice. Eat before it gets cold.”

Yeong-i answered with a soft “yes, grandma,” and went inside. Beom-seok stood there a second longer than necessary before turning to leave.

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At school the next day the three of them sat at their usual table in the cafeteria.

Su-ho was already eating, still half-asleep from the late shift. Si-eun carefully arranged his side dishes into neat sections. Beom-seok poked at his rice without much interest.

“She’s still staying at yours?” Si-eun asked without looking up.

Su-ho nodded. “Yeah. Grandma doesn’t mind. Aunt neither, as long as she works.”

“She doesn’t go to school?” Beom-seok asked.

“Not right now. She’s figuring things out.”

Si-eun glanced up. “She’s not in any trouble?”

“Nah. Just taking time.” Su-ho shrugged and went back to his food. “She’s fine.”

Beom-seok didn’t say anything else, but the information stayed with him for the rest of the day. He found himself thinking about the way Yeong-i had said “yes, grandma” so easily the night before, like the words already fit in her mouth.

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A few days later the four of them ended up at the small park near the restaurant after Su-ho finished an early shift.

It was the first time they had all hung out properly together. Yeong-i sat on the low wall that ran along the edge of the park, swinging her legs, while Su-ho complained about a customer who had tipped him entirely in coins. Si-eun listened with his usual quiet focus, occasionally asking precise questions. Beom-seok sat a little to the side, mostly observing.

Yeong-i turned to him at one point.

“You’re quiet today.”

“I’m always quiet,” he answered.

She tilted her head, studying him. “True. But today you’re quieter.”

Su-ho laughed. “That’s just his face. Don’t take it personally.”

Yeong-i grinned and didn’t push further. Instead she launched into a story about how the restaurant’s rice cooker had burned an entire batch of rice that morning and how the aunt had threatened to throw the whole machine out the window. Su-ho added details, laughing. Si-eun asked one very specific question about the model of the cooker. Beom-seok found himself smiling without meaning to.

When it got darker they walked back together in a loose group. Yeong-i and Su-ho walked slightly ahead, talking easily about nothing important. Beom-seok and Si-eun followed a few steps behind.

“She’s settling in,” Si-eun said quietly.

Beom-seok looked at the two figures ahead of them. “Yeah.”

That was all either of them said.

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The following week felt even more ordinary.

On Monday Su-ho had a long delivery route, so Beom-seok and Yeong-i ended up waiting together again. She told him about a regular customer who always ordered the same thing and always complained that it was too salty. He told her, briefly, that his house was usually quiet even when people were home. She nodded like she understood.

On Tuesday all four of them met after school and walked to the convenience store near the restaurant. Yeong-i bought banana milk. Beom-seok bought the same thing without thinking about it. Su-ho noticed and smirked but didn’t say anything. Si-eun just raised an eyebrow and went back to reading the label on a bottle of water.

On Wednesday it rained. Yeong-i waited under the restaurant’s small awning. Beom-seok showed up with an extra umbrella he had taken from home. He didn’t make a big deal out of it. He just held it out. She took it, muttered a quiet “thanks,” and they stood under it together until Su-ho’s scooter appeared at the end of the street.

On Thursday the four of them sat on the steps outside Su-ho’s building after closing. Su-ho’s grandmother came out once with a plate of peeled mandarins and told them not to stay out too late. Yeong-i thanked her. The grandmother patted her shoulder before going back inside. Beom-seok watched the whole exchange and said nothing.

On Friday Su-ho had another late shift. Beom-seok walked Yeong-i back again. This time she talked a little more — about how the aunt had started packing extra side dishes for her even when she said she wasn’t hungry, about how the grandmother had left a second pair of house slippers by the door without saying anything, about how strange it still felt to have people waiting for her to come home at night.

Beom-seok listened. He asked a couple of short questions. She answered them. The conversation never felt forced.

When they reached the building she stopped under the streetlight and looked at him.

“You don’t have to walk me every time,” she said.

“I know.”

She smiled a little. “Thanks anyway.”

He nodded, hands in his pockets, and watched her go inside.

He didn’t think much of it at the time.

He just knew that the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, he would probably be there again — sitting on one of those plastic chairs outside the restaurant, waiting, listening, and slowly getting used to the fact that Yeong-i was part of the group now.

And that, for once, nothing about it felt complicated.

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