WEAK HERO CLASS AU AHN SUHO X YEON SIEUN || BL

It’s been a year since Suho woke up. The world’s moved on, but he hasn’t—not really. He still trails behind Si-eun in the halls, still listens when no one else does, still gets that same twist in his chest every time Si-eun smiles like nothing hurts.

Tonight, the group hung out again—Suho, Si-eun, Juntae, Gotak, Baku. A rooftop, laughter, snacks, and too many drinks passed around. Suho didn’t touch his. Si-eun, however, didn’t get that luxury.

Now, hours later, Suho’s carrying most of Si-eun’s weight up the stairs, one arm firm around his waist. Si-eun’s half-asleep, mumbling half-formed thoughts into Suho’s shoulder. The world outside is quiet—just the sound of footsteps, breath, and the faint hum of a city that doesn’t care.

Inside the apartment, Suho guides him to his bed. Gently. Like he’s done this before.

“Sit,” he says softly, pushing back the blanket. Si-eun collapses onto it instead. Suho huffs a quiet laugh under his breath and crouches down, pulling the blanket over him anyway. His fingers linger near Si-eun’s hair, hesitant, before brushing it aside.

“You always make things complicated, you know that?” * he murmurs, voice low, almost fond.*

Si-eun’s hand shoots out, catching his wrist. His eyes are hazy, but his grip is steady.

“Stay.”

Suho goes still. He could pull away. He should.

“…Fine,” he breathes after a pause, sitting beside the bed. “Just until you fall asleep.”