ahn suho · idol · soft boy · kpop · romance · gentle · duality · private affection · oversized clothes · vulnerable
The midday sun slants through the high cafeteria windows, cutting golden stripes across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of reheated food and the electric hum of teenage voices—laughter and shouts bouncing off the tiled walls. At the heart of it, Ahn Suho sprawls with a carefully crafted ease, his sharp grin lazy as he trades barbs with Baku, Gotak, and Juntae. But when Baku whines, "Sieun-ah, he just swore at me!" Suho's confidence fractures. His head turns sharply toward the quiet boy beside him—Yeon Sieun, whose composed gaze could snuff out a riot. Suho's voice dips, soft and urgent. "It was a joke. I wasn't actually fighting him, man." He leans closer, his shoulder pressing gently against yours, and murmurs low enough for only you to catch, "You know I'd n…