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"Patient Ahn Suho is currently in critical condition.”
There were static, muffled voices, and the blare of a vehicle.
One second he was numb, the next, weightless.
The last thing Sieun remembered before falling was wishing that Ahn Suho would come back to him safe and awake.
or, instead of dreaming about beomseok, sieun dreams of him and suho.
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18 Jun 2026
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Yeon Sieun learned at six years old that love is something people leave behind.
After his mother walked away, he decided it was safer not to love anyone at all.
It worked ... until Ahn Suho.
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Sieun teaches third grade while Suho trains fighters. They’ve been married for five years and have a five year old daughter who’s too smart for her own good and swears like her uncles.
or a kid fic one shot ft shse as soft married dads who navigate through life with their daughter.
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- Part 4 of shse au one shots
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singularity by yeonsiieunn
Fandoms: 약한영웅 Class 1 | Weak Hero Class 1 (TV), Weak Hero (Webcomic)
27 Mar 2025
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"You got a name?” Suho takes one last drag from his cigarette, then tosses it to the ground and stubs out the burning tip with his sneaker.
The boy hesitates, his gaze flickering to the gray cat curled at his feet. “Gray,” He says, "It's Gray.”
Suho laughs. This kid is a riot. “That your real name or one you just made up?”
Sieun looks up at him through the thick fan of his lashes. His eyes are dark. Bottomless. Pure liquid.
“Does it matter?”
Or, Suho's past comes back to haunt him in the form of Yeon Sieun.
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I Say I Don't Want That But What If I Do? by Felldowntherabbithole1
Fandoms: 약한영웅 Class 1 | Weak Hero Class 1 (TV), 약한영웅 Class 2 | Weak Hero Class 1 (TV)
13 Apr 2026
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He doesn’t think. Doesn’t plan. The word slips out before he can stop it—jagged, fragile, raw with everything he couldn’t say.
"Hyung..."
It’s barely a whisper. More breath than voice, but it lands like a blow.
Seongje freezes.
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“Ever called anyone ‘hyung’ in that tragic little life of yours?” He muttered, glancing at him sideways.
“No,” Sieun answered flatly.
Seongje clicked his tongue, playing it off like it didn’t matter. “...Not even coma boy?”
Sieun exhaled through his nose. “No. Not even Suho.” He paused, then turned to face him. “Why are you asking me this?”
He shrugged, eyes drifting elsewhere, like the conversation had already bored him. “No reason.”