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Jumped the fence (and I ran) by yamenayo for kirunee
Fandoms: 약한영웅 Class 1 | Weak Hero Class 1 (TV), Weak Hero (Webcomic)
27 Apr 2025
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Suho and Sieun playing Seven Minutes in Heaven
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1. “You really don’t have to do anything,” he said again. “We can just sit here till the timer’s up.”
But then he looked at him.
Sieun wasn’t saying anything, just standing there, eyes wide in the dark, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His fingers were twitching against the hem of his hoodie, fidgety and nervous, but his gaze flicked up to his mouth and back down again.
And that’s when it hit him.
Sieun wanted to.
He wanted to kiss Suho.
Suho’s breath caught. All the months he’d spent stealing glances at him in class, pretending not to care, pretending he didn’t notice the way he smiled when he thought no one was looking… this might be his only chance.
“Sieun,” he said, his voice barely a whisper now, “are you sure?”
He nodded.
And Suho’s heart— usually so smooth, so practiced— stuttered for the first time in a long, long while.
This can’t be real.
Suho’s heart thudded in his chest, way too loud for how calm he was pretending to be. He’d had flings. He knew how to play the game. But this wasn’t that.
Sieun was standing just a foot away, close enough that Suho could feel the warmth coming off him in the narrow dark. Close enough that it would only take one step. One tilt of the head. One breath.
He wants this.
That thought had latched onto Suho’s brain like a live wire, and it wouldn’t let go. He wants this. He wants me.
And Suho… God, he had wanted this for so long.
He couldn’t remember when it started— maybe the first time he saw Sieun scowl at a wrong answer in class, or the way he always offered a polite nod when their eyes met in the hallway, never more. Like Suho didn’t matter. Like he wasn’t impressed.
It had pissed him off. Then it intrigued him. Then it stuck.
And now, here he was. In a closet with the one person who’d never given him the time of day. And Sieun was looking at him like he mattered. Like he wanted him.
“Okay,” Suho breathed, almost to himself.
2. The kiss was soft at first. Suho was careful, almost too careful. His thumb brushed Sieun’s cheek, and he tilted his head just enough to deepen it slightly, testing the waters. He expected it to stay like that— gentle and fleeting, like Sieun might pull back at any second.
But then Sieun’s hand fisted in the front of Suho’s shirt.
It wasn’t rough, wasn’t aggressive, just sudden. Like something in him cracked open all at once. One moment he was hesitating, and the next, he was pulling Suho in by the collar, kissing him harder.
Suho made a quiet noise of surprise, muffled by Sieun’s mouth. His balance nearly gave out from the shift, hand slapping against the wall behind Sieun to steady himself.
Holy shit.
Sieun’s other hand found his waist, fingers curling into the fabric of Suho's shirt like he didn’t even realize he was doing it— like he needed to hold on. There was nothing shy about the way he moved now. Still nervous, maybe. Still shaking a little. But hungry. Like he'd been holding this in, too.
Suho melted into it before he could stop himself.
3. His eyes were still glassy, lips swollen, but he looked… conflicted. Like there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t.
And Suho somehow… understood.
He nodded slightly. “We’ll talk later,” he whispered, voice gentler than he’d meant it to be. “I got you.”
Is this really Sieun? he found himself thinking as he stepped back to give them space. This wasn’t the shy honor student with the buttoned-up shirts and barely-there presence. This was someone bold. Wanting. Beautiful.
The door creaked open.
They stepped out, one after the other.
Silence.
The room had expected something awkward. Something laughable. But instead, they were met with Sieun’s mouth, visibly pink and bitten, and Suho’s hair in disarray, one side of his hoodie collar tugged down like someone had clung to it.
No one said a word.
Sieun kept his gaze down as he returned to his seat like nothing had happened. Suho, for once, didn’t smirk or make a show of it. He just slid back into the crowd, jaw tight, chest still pounding.
They pretended nothing had happened.
But everyone knew .
And Suho…
He was still reeling.