Hi! Can I request something with Sieun where he snaps at reader because she protected him from Hyoman and then she avoided him for a few days until he seeks her out, but she's still avoiding him so he kinda corners her in an empty classroom?
And then he loki sits her on one of the desks and they end up making out😔💔
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YEON SIEUN X READER
Hyoman was an idiot. Everyone at Eunjang, no, everyone in Yeongdeungpo knew it. He was huge, loud, abusive, and always looking for someone to mess with to feel superior.
And that afternoon, his target was Yeon Sieun.
The third-floor hallway was almost empty. Classes had ended over half an hour ago. The girl was walking toward the exit with her backpack slung over one shoulder when she heard the noise. She peeked around the corner and saw the scene. Hyoman had Sieun cornered against the lockers. Hyoman was shouting stupid crap, trying to intimidate him, jabbing Sieun's shoulder with his giant index finger.
Sieun, for his part, was completely silent. His face showed not a trace of fear, just that same bored expression he always wore. But the girl, who knew him well enough, noticed how Sieun's right hand was slowly sliding into his pants pocket, probably reaching for a pen to stab Hyoman in the neck or the eye.
Sieun was going to fight. And even though she knew Sieun was a monster when he set his mind to it, Hyoman had twice his weight and size. Panic took hold of her. She didn't want to see Sieun fight, didn't want to see him hurt, and she also didn't want him expelled for shoving a pen into that gorilla's brain.
Without thinking twice, instinct overrode reason.
She ran toward them and threw herself right in the middle, shoving Hyoman's chest with both hands to push him away from Sieun.
"Leave him alone, you idiot!" she shouted, positioning herself in front of Sieun like a human shield. "The PE teacher's coming up the stairs. If he sees you messing with another student, you're getting detention for the whole month."
Hyoman looked at her with disgust, caught off guard by the interruption. He glanced toward the stairs and clicked his tongue in annoyance. He didn't want trouble with the teachers.
"You got lucky this time, runt," Hyoman spat at Sieun before turning on his heel and stomping away down the hallway.
The girl let out all the air she'd been holding in her lungs. She turned around to face Sieun with a small, relieved smile, expecting him to say something like "thanks" or at least give her a nod.
But when she looked at him, the smile vanished from her face in an instant.
Sieun wasn't relieved. He was furious.
His eyes, normally so calm, were now shooting sparks. His jaw was clenched so tight there was a visible tic in his cheek, and the hand he had in his pocket was trembling.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Sieun asked. His voice wasn't a yell, but it was so cold and cutting it felt like a slap.
"What? I... I was helping you," she stammered, confused by his reaction. "Hyoman is huge, Sieun, he was going to hit you. I just wanted him to leave..."
"I didn't ask for your help!" Sieun suddenly exploded, raising his voice in a way that made her stumble back a step in shock. "You think I can't defend myself? You think I'm some useless loser who needs a girl to stand in front of a guy twice her size?"
"I didn't say that! I was just worried about you," she defended herself, feeling a knot forming in her throat.
"Then don't worry about me!" Sieun shouted, stepping toward her, his expression almost terrifying. "What do you think would've happened if Hyoman decided to hit you instead of me, huh? Did you even think about that? Stay out of my problems! If you're going to do stupid things and put yourself at risk for me, then don't come near me."
The hallway fell silent.
Sieun's words echoed off the walls. They were cruel, unfair, and straight to the heart. The girl stared at him with wide eyes. She could feel the tears threatening to spill over.
She'd only tried to protect the boy she liked, and he was treating her like she was a nuisance, like she was weak or stupid.
Sieun, seeing the glint of tears in her eyes, seemed to realize what he'd just said. His mouth opened slightly, his expression softening for a microsecond, as if he wanted to take his words back.
But her pride and her hurt were faster.
"Fine," she said, her voice trembling but steady, gripping the straps of her backpack. "You don't have to worry, Yeon Sieun. I won't come near you ever again in my damn life. Keep your problems."
She turned around and ran down the hallway, leaving him completely alone.
The following days were absolute hell.
She kept her promise to the letter. The next day, she didn't sit near him in class. When lunchtime came, instead of going to the rooftop where she always hung out with Sieun, Humin, Gotak, and Juntae, she went to eat alone in the library.
Tuesday was the same. When Sieun walked down the hallway and spotted her in the distance, she would immediately turn around and walk the other way. If they somehow ended up in the same space, she ignored him with such coldness that it made the atmosphere awkward for everyone else.
Humin noticed right away.
"Hey, Sieun," the brown-haired boy said on the rooftop Wednesday, chewing on a piece of bread. "What did you do to her? She hasn't come to eat with us for three days, and this morning I saw her hide in the girls' bathroom just so she wouldn't run into you on the stairs."
Sieun was sitting on an old wooden crate, staring at a textbook he hadn't read a single page of in the last twenty minutes. His expression was as stoic as ever, but inside, he was going absolutely insane.
He wasn't angry at her. He never had been. He was angry at himself—terrified.
When he saw the girl step in front of Hyoman, all Sieun saw was Sooho falling in the middle of the ring. He saw another person he cared about getting hurt because of him. The fear of losing someone else made him explode in anger to push her away from danger.
But his words came out as an attack on her pride, and he ended up hurting her far more.
The silence between the two of them was killing him. He missed how she always left a carton of strawberry milk on his desk in the mornings. He missed her voice. He missed her teasing him about always studying.
"It's nothing," Sieun lied, slamming the book shut. "She'll get over it."
But she didn't get over it.
Thursday came. The girl was emptying her locker at the end of classes. The sky was gray and it was starting to pour outside, making the hallways feel darker than usual.
She shut the metal door of her locker, and when she turned around, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
Sieun was standing there. Just a couple of meters away, blocking the path to the main stairs. His hands were in his pants pockets, his dark bangs falling over his eyes, and he was staring straight at her.
The girl felt a pang in her stomach. She missed him, of course she did, but she was still deeply hurt by the way he'd yelled at her. She pressed her lips together, grabbed her backpack, and started walking toward him, intending to pass right by him as if he were just another piece of school furniture.
But when she tried to step around him, Sieun took a step sideways, cutting her off.
She frowned and stepped to the left. Sieun moved left, blocking her again.
"Move," she grunted, without looking him in the face.
Sieun didn't budge. "We need to talk."
"No, we don't. You told me not to come near you, and that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm very good at following orders. Now, move," she demanded, her voice full of all the resentment she'd built up over those four days.
Seeing that Sieun had absolutely no intention of getting out of her way, the girl turned on her heel and started walking fast in the opposite direction, toward the old hallway where the rarely used classrooms were. She wanted to reach the back stairs to escape him.
But Sieun wasn't going to let her go this time. He started following her. His steps were silent but quick.
The girl, realizing he was chasing her, sped up almost to a trot. She entered the old hallway. It was completely empty and silent. She spotted a classroom door wide open. She figured if she went in there and exited through the back door of the same classroom, she could lose him.
She ducked into the empty classroom. The chairs were stacked up on the desks, but her plan was a total disaster.
Before she could reach the other door, she heard the sound of the main door closing behind her. And then, the unmistakable sound of the metal lock clicking shut.
She spun around.
Sieun had just locked the door. He was leaning against the wood, breathing a little harder than normal, watching her with an intensity that made her step back on pure instinct.
"What the hell are you doing, Yeon Sieun? Open the door!" she yelled, dropping her backpack onto one of the chairs.
Sieun pushed himself off the door and started walking toward her. His face was deadly serious. "I'm not opening it until you stop running from me. You've been ignoring me for four days."
"Because you told me to go to hell!" she shot back, feeling the frustration rising in her throat again. "You yelled at me. You made me feel like I was some stupid nuisance just for trying to keep that gorilla from breaking your face. And now you lock me in a classroom because I'm not paying attention to you? You're a hypocrite."
She tried to sidestep him to reach the door and undo the lock, but Sieun was much faster. In a sudden, agile movement, Sieun grabbed her by the waist with both hands. She let out a choked gasp of surprise when she felt him lift her off the floor with incredible ease, as if she weighed absolutely nothing.
Before she could protest or kick him, Sieun plopped her down onto one of the student desks.
They were face to face. With her sitting on the desk, their faces were at exactly the same height. Sieun stepped forward, positioning himself between her legs so she couldn't jump off the desk. He placed both hands on the wood, on either side of the girl's hips, completely cornering her.
"Put me down, Yeon Sieun," she demanded, her breathing ragged from the surprise and from the sudden closeness of his body. Her heart started pounding hard. She could smell the soap he used, she could almost feel the heat radiating from his body through their school uniforms.
"No," he replied, curtly.
Sieun looked her in the eyes, and for the first time all week, the girl saw that the barrier he always wore had shattered. His dark eyes looked vulnerable, tired, and desperate.
"I didn't yell at you because you were a nuisance," Sieun began, his voice dropping to a much rougher, softer tone, almost a whisper blending with the sound of the rain. "I yelled at you because I almost went insane from panic."
The girl frowned, confused, stopping her struggle. "Panic? About what?"
Sieun clenched his jaw, dropping his gaze for a second to her hands resting on the edge of the desk, before looking back into her eyes.
"When I saw you step in front of Hyoman... my mind stopped working," Sieun confessed. Every word seemed to cost him enormous effort, because he didn't like talking about his feelings. "I know how to fight. I can take hits. But you can't. Hyoman could've broken your jaw with one punch. He could've seriously hurt you. And if something had happened to you because of me... if you'd gotten hurt trying to protect me... I would've killed myself."
The girl's breath caught. All the anger she'd been feeling evaporated in a single blow, replaced by a knot of tenderness and sadness. She knew what had happened to Sieun's best friend in the past. She knew he lived with that trauma every single day of his life.
"I can't lose anyone else," Sieun continued, bringing his face a little closer to hers, his eyes shining with a painful intensity. "And least of all you. I was so scared that the only thing I knew to do was yell to push you away. I was an idiot. I was a complete asshole for how I spoke to you, and I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. But please... don't ignore me again. I swear these four days have been absolute torture."
The girl's eyes filled with tears, but this time they weren't from anger. She raised her trembling hands and, with great gentleness, cupped Sieun's face. His cheeks were a little cold, but she didn't care. She stroked his skin with her thumbs.
"You're the biggest idiot in this whole school, you know that?" she whispered, her voice cracked, but with a small smile creeping onto her lips.
Sieun let out a sigh, as if he'd been holding his breath for four straight days, and rested his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, savoring the simple contact of her hands on his face.
"I know," he murmured. "Just... don't put yourself in danger for me again."
"And don't you ever yell at me again, because next time I'll be the one hitting you," she warned him, though the tone of her voice was pure sweetness.
Sieun opened his eyes and looked at her. Their gazes met, and in that instant, the atmosphere completely shifted. There was no more fear or anger. There was a built-up electricity that both of them had been ignoring for months.
Sieun didn't think anymore. He didn't want to talk anymore.
He tilted his head and crashed his lips against hers.
The girl let out a small gasp of surprise at the urgency of the movement, but immediately closed her eyes and kissed him back with the same intensity. Sieun released the edge of the desk and slid his hands up her waist, pulling her forcefully against his body so there wasn't a single centimeter of space between them.
The kiss was clumsy at first, full of desperation. Their teeth knocked together, but they quickly found their rhythm. Sieun kissed her as if she were oxygen and he'd been drowning all week. He parted her mouth a little more, slipping his tongue inside to deepen the kiss, tasting the faint sweetness she always had.
The girl tangled both hands in Sieun's soft, dark hair, tugging slightly at the strands at the nape of his neck, which drew a low, deep groan from the back of his throat. That sound made her legs tremble.
The empty classroom filled with the sound of the rain outside and the wet noise of their mouths kissing desperately.
Sieun was completely out of control, something extremely rare for him. His hands, always so precise, now roamed the girl's back with pure need, gripping the fabric of her uniform, sliding down to grab her firmly by the hips to keep her pressed against him on the desk.
They pulled apart just a few millimeters from the urgent lack of air, both breathing through their mouths, their chests rising and falling rapidly.
"God..." Sieun panted, staring at her swollen, wet lips, feeling his head spin in the best possible way.
"Shut up..." she whispered back, grabbing him by the lapels of his school blazer and pulling him in to kiss him again.
This time, the kiss was slower but far hotter. Sieun tilted his head, searching for a better angle, carefully biting her lower lip before sliding his tongue back in. One of the boy's hands slipped from her hip to her thigh, squeezing it over her uniform skirt, which made the girl instinctively arch her back and let out a small sigh into his mouth.
They stayed there, locked in that old classroom, kissing until their lips ached and the cold of the room disappeared completely thanks to the warmth of their bodies. All the anger of the week burned away on that desk.
When the final bell finally rang through the school speakers, signaling it was time for the janitorial staff to close the building, they had no choice but to pull apart completely.
Sieun rested his forehead against her shoulder, trying to calm his racing breath and the frantic pounding of his own heart. She stroked his back, smiling like a fool, her hair completely disheveled and her cheeks flushed.
"I guess you don't hate me anymore," Sieun murmured against her neck, pressing a quick, soft kiss to the exposed skin of her collarbone, tickling her.
"I never hated you, you idiot," she laughed, gently pushing him back by the chest so she could look at him. "But you owe me like a thousand cartons of strawberry milk for the stress you put me through."
Sieun straightened up. His bangs were still a little messy, and his lips were noticeably red, which made him look a hundred times more handsome than usual. That tiny, almost invisible smile he reserved only for her appeared on his face.
"I'll buy you all the strawberry milk you want," Sieun promised, grabbing her by the waist once more to lift her off the desk and set her carefully on the floor. "Let's go home. I'll walk you, it's raining."