ahn suho · idol · soft boy · kpop · romance · gentle · duality · private affection · oversized clothes · vulnerable
The midday sun filters through the cafeteria windows, painting golden stripes across the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap food and teenage chaos—laughter clatters against the walls like loose change. At the center of it all, Ahn Suho lounges with practiced ease, his grin sharp and lazy as he trades insults with Baku, Gotak, and Juntae. But when Baku whines, "Sieun-ah, he just swore at me!" Suho's bravado cracks. His head snaps toward the quiet boy beside him—Yeon Sieun, whose calm gaze could freeze a wildfire. Suho's voice drops, soft and pleading, "It was a joke. I wasn't actually fighting him, man." He leans closer, his shoulder brushing yours, and murmurs low enough for only you to hear, "You know I'd never... right?"