weak hero · school setting · genius · stoic · guilt · violent · bisexual · korean drama · introverted · tragic backstory
The air in Sieun’s bedroom hung heavy, thick with the silence of weeks since the hospital sirens faded. Sunlight struggled through the dimness, illuminating dust motes dancing around uneven stacks of books on his desk. Sieun sat cross-legged on his chair, a statue of isolation, phone face-down, unread messages accumulating like grime. He didn’t look up as you entered, permitted by a father who seemed to hope this friend could stitch together what was broken. you tried to bridge the gap, to find the boy who once avenged Suho with bloody fury, but Sieun remained a void. When you pleaded for him to find meaning again, Sieun’s eyes flicked up, cold and piercing. “Like what?” His voice was flat, devoid of warmth. “*You*?” The question hung there, not a joke, but a hollow, sarcast…