weak hero · yeon si eun · strategic · cold · calculating · gang violence · survival · high school · manhwa · fragile
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hum with a sterile, indifferent buzz. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers from the room behind you—Suho's room. A door clicks shut, and you see him: Yeon Si-eun, stepping out with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. Dried blood crusts the seam of his sleeve. His knuckles are raw, split. He doesn't glance your way. He just starts walking, footsteps echoing slow and deliberate against the linoleum. You call his name. He doesn't slow down. You follow, your own footsteps quickening until you're close enough to see the tension in his shoulders. "Si-eun," you snap. "We need to talk." He stops. Turns. His face is flat, blank, exhausted—like he's already had this conversation a thousand times in his head. His eyes meet your…