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Guardian Angel

Yeon Si-eun x Reader x Ahn Su-ho

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Warnings: Blood, Violence, Cursing.

Summary: Su-ho stops Si-eun from crossing the line.

It was mock test day. The day you had been studying hard for. The room was silent as you focused on your test. You were sitting at the desk beside Su-ho. Of course, your loving boyfriend was catching up on sleep, using the cute pink pillow he always used. The same pink pillow you had gifted him for his birthday a few years ago. You had a matching one, but yours was blue. Su-ho had given you a good luck kiss before the test, telling you ‘I know you’ll pass. You’re smarter than you think you are, baby.’

The silence had been destroyed as a slapping sound filled the room that had previously only been filled with the sound of writing and breathing. So this new sound had caused you to jump. You turned to look in the direction of the sound, only to see Si-eun now looking at the new student, Oh Beom-seok.

“There was a bug that landed on your neck.” Si-eun just stared at the male. You looked over at Su-ho, who was now awake and watching. He looked at you with a lopsided smile as he nodded his chin at your paper. His silent way of telling you to focus on your test. So you did. 

Suho cared a lot about your studies. It was all a part of the future the two of you had planned together. And whilst your grades didn’t need to be perfect, they needed to be good enough to get into a good college. You and your boyfriend were determined to have a good life together. It was one of the reasons he was working rather than focusing on school. Because he wanted to help his grandmother, and he also wanted to start saving for your lives together. 

Your parents were supportive. They had seen the kind of man that Su-ho is. How hard-working he was, how he took care of you. He was dedicated. Your mother always helps you make lunches for Su-ho to eat at work. Your father always asked Su-ho to do odd jobs around the house just so he could pay him more than enough. Su-ho didn’t like to accept handouts. But your parents wanted to help you toward your future. So this was your father and Suho’s compromise.

The sound of a chair moving caught your attention. A frown appeared on your face as you watched Si-eun stumbling out of class. Something was wrong. 

“Hey, where are you going?” The voice of your teacher filled the room as Si-eun walked out, saying nothing. This wasn’t like him. He never leaves during a test, practice or real. You placed your pencil down and grabbed your water bottle. You got up and quickly followed after Si-eun. 

“Hey! Si-eun.” He didn’t even register your voice at first. Everything was spinning, and he was having a hard time walking straight. He somehow made it to the boys’ toilets. You had walked in just as he had left the stall, having then bumped into a hand dryer. 

You quickly went to him and helped guide him to the sink. You turned the tap on and watched as he splashed water on his face. He looked like he was getting ready to go for the door, so you then gently took his hands and helped him sit down on the floor. “Hey, listen to me. Just sit here for a moment and breathe, lovely. I know you want to get back to the test, but you can’t continue the test like this. Here, drink some of this.” 

You opened your water bottle and helped him drink some. It took a few minutes, but the world seemed to finally stop spinning. Si-eun’s eyes finally locked on you. He didn’t feel like himself, but he felt better. Not completely, but it was enough. He could see the concern on your face. But why would you be concerned about him? You weren’t friends. Sure, you were nice to him, sweet even, you had stuck up for him quite a few times, and you always congratulated him whenever he won something, but you weren’t friends. So why had you followed after him?

He watched you take a cloth from your pocket and put it under the tap for a moment. His gaze dropped to the ground. You turned the tap off before gently dabbing Si-eun's face, hoping to cool him down. It helped, really it did, but he was still so confused by why you were helping and what had even happened. He had never had that happen before. His stomach flipped as he felt you take his chin between your thumb and index finger. You tilted his head gently to look at you properly. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” By the gods, your voice was dripping in sweetness, worry and sincerity. Your eyes locked with his before your eyes roamed his face. 

“Why did you follow me?” The words came out very monotone. 

“You didn’t look well. Something was wrong, you never leave during a test. Plus you were walking weirdly. Stumbling. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You explained as you moved the cloth to his neck.

You noticed he never leaves during a test? You noticed he had stumbled. You cared enough to check on him. 

“But why?” He asked. Why did you care? Why were you here, checking on him? No one else was. Everyone else was focused on their tests, so why not you? Why were you here with him?

“Think of me as your Guardian Angel.” You winked with a soft giggle. You carefully stood up and held a hand out to him. The first thing he saw was the pretty silver ring on your finger. Simple, dainty. A heart. His eyes then moved to your nails. They were a soft lilac shade of purple. Purple. That seemed to be your colour. Your helmet colour, your phone case colour, your water bottle colour. It was the colour of your favourite pen and your favourite hoodie you had claimed from Su-ho years ago. Purple was a sign of royalty. That was what you were. In the eyes of Su-ho and many of the other students. A kind and benevolent Queen who simply wanted the best for her red-wearing King. 

“Come on. If you’re ready, we can go back to class. If not, we can stay here a little longer.”

Taking your hand, Si-eun got up and began walking back to class, he stumbled a little, so you helped him. You helped out of the bathroom and down the hallway. You opened the door to the classroom and helped him over to his seat. You watched him for a moment, just making sure he was okay, when you spotted it. The patch on his neck. Had he hurt himself? “Did you hurt your neck?” You asked him quietly, making him look at you in confusion. 

“What?”

“The plaster on the back of your neck. Did you get hurt?” What plaster? What the hell were you talking about? 

Su-ho’s voice soon pulled your attention away from Si-eun. 

“Baby. Finish your test, please.” You nodded and gave Si-eun a soft smile. You walked to Su-ho and kissed his forehead softly before slipping into your seat. 

Si-eun placed a hand on the back of his neck. He pulled the patch off, It wasn’t a plaster. It was a patch, and someone had put it there on purpose. This must have been what had happened to him. He was angry. This was done on purpose. Then he slapped himself, causing the entire class to look at him. 

Su-ho had been in the middle of drifting back to sleep when the slap happened. He turned in his seat to look at Si-eun. He was shocked, confused. Why was this guy slapping himself? Once, twice, three times. But he didn’t stop. Even as the teacher asked what was wrong, he didn’t stop. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen. It wasn’t till a hand reached out that he stopped. Your hand. You had gently grabbed his wrist.

“Si-eun.” You were concerned. “What’s going on?” 

“Oh, nothing.” He said as he looked up at you before going back to his test. He didn’t miss how you and Su-ho looked at each other. You sat back in your seat, continuing with the test. 

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The test was over, and everyone was now marking their answers. You were doing well so far. A few questions had stumped you, but that was to be expected. You were back in your usual seat in front of Su-ho. Your boyfriend was quietly sleeping as you went through your test. You were happy. You had done better on this test. 

“Su-ho’s gonna be so proud of me.” You giggled to yourself. However, a bang pulled your attention away from your paper. Su-ho lifted his head from his pillow, which he had just been sleeping on, to look over at the sound. Si-eun.

Si-eun looked over at Beom-seok, who glanced at Yeong-bin and then looked at Si-eun. 

“Si-eun, uh, it’s… It’s not what you think.” Si-eun’s grip tightened on his pen. He stared at his test, and his hand shook. He was angry. Fucking Yeong-bin didn’t know how listen. Si-eun got out of his seat and began walking towards the back of the room. All eyes watched the boy who was always in the background. 

‘Newton's Second Law. Force is equal to mass times acceleration.’ He moved his pen from one hand to the other before reaching for a book on a student’s desk. ‘The centrifugal force of an object can be used to create a greater impact.’ From there, the room became chaotic. 

Si-eun hit Yeong-bin in the face with the book before turning to one of the bully’s lackeys, Tae-hoon and stabbing his pen into the male’s hand. Causing him to wail in pain as he clutched his hand.

“Oh my god.” Jung-Chan, another of Yeong-bin’s goons, stood up, and his paper aeroplane fell out of his hand. 

“You fucking luatic!” Tae-hoon screamed. 

Si-eun continued hitting Yeong-bin with the book in his hand. He cornered the taller male against the wall by the window. All it took was one moment for Yeong-bin to lean against the curtain so that Si-eun could take his next step. He wrapped the curtain around the bully’s head before bashing the book against his face one more time. Yeong-bin tried to protect himself. He tried putting his hands up, but it was hard to breathe. It was hard to focus as Si-eun held the curtain tight, one arm against his throat, and the book constantly hitting him. It was the eighth hit that had him bleeding.

The entire class flinched, recoiled and watched. No one moved except to back away.

You stood up. A hand gently wrapped around your wrist. Su-ho stood up and looked at you. “I’ll sort it. Stay here.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. He saw the worry in your eyes. You were worried about Si-eun. It was like he had given in to all the anger, all the frustration, all the hate. Everyone had a breaking point. This was Si-eun’s. And whilst you didn’t like Yeong-bin, you were worried that Si-eun might cross the line and kill him.

Si-eun threw the book. It hit Yeong-bin before hitting the wall. Yeong-bin fell to the floor.

“I asked a favour. I said to stop.” Si-eun lifted his foot. But it didn’t come down. Su-ho grabbed Si-eun and pulled him back, causing the shorter male to fall.

“Nope, nope. Let’s not cross the line, hmm? Enough is enough.” Su-ho shrugged as he placed his hands in his pockets. 

“You next?” Si-eun asked him after getting up. 

“Me? Nah.” Su-ho pointed to himself. He looked over at you for a moment. You were watching, but you were safe. “You just woke up a guardian angel.” He picked up a paper aeroplane and threw it as he let out a chuckle. 

“Funny?”

“Trying to be.” Your boyfriend replied and itched his nose. 

“Babe. Not the time.” You spoke, your arms crossed over your chest. He looked over at you and sighed. You knew he was trying to lighten the mood. He watched as you grabbed your bag and pulled out your first aid kit. You always carried it with you for just in case. 

Si-eun looked down, his eyes focused on his pencil case. ‘Unconditioned reflex. An innate, automatic response to a stimulus, such as closing one’s eyes unconsciously when an object suddenly appears.’ He threw it at Su-ho, who had turned to face him again. As the contents of the pencil case flew his way, Su-ho raised his hands and turned to face away, squeezing his eyes shut. Si-eun took the opportunity to grab a chair and run at Su-ho.

Si-eun swung the chair three times. Su-ho dodged each one. The third swing caused the chair to hit a desk. 

“Cut it out, crazy man. I’ll have to hit you if you don’t. Hmm?” Su-ho was giving him a chance to stop this. 

“Si-eun, that’s enough. Please.” You stepped forward. 

Si-eun swung the chair again, missing Su-ho but hitting the lockers. Su-ho punched him, causing Si-eun to drop the chair and stumble against the lockers. 

“You should’ve stopped when I said.” Su-ho let out a small sigh. 

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

You walked up to Su-ho's side. “He’s just trying to help, Si-eun. There is a line in everything we do. When you cross that line, you can’t come back from it. You got your revenge, Yeong-bin’s nose is broken. Tae-hoon has a hole in his hand and Jung-chan is scared shitless. Enough is enough. Please.”

Si-eun looked between the two of you. He heard you, but he was still so angry. He still saw red. He turned and began to grab a chair. Su-ho pushed you behind him, gently but quickly. “Not with her here.” He warned. He wouldn’t tolerate you getting hurt or being in the line of danger. Not ever. It didn’t matter if you could defend yourself or not, you were his everything. His light in the dark. You were his sunshine, who could always make him smile. His number one supporter. You were his past, his present and his future. No one was going to hurt you in any way and get away with it. Not whilst he was still breathing. 

“What are you two doing?!” A voice shouting. A teacher. 

“Put… Put the chair down. How could you even think of doing this in class?” Su-ho placed his hands on his hips. “Let me explain, ma’am. I was trying to break up my friends’ fight. But then, I almost fell over this chair. I’m sorry.” He bowed. 

Su-ho looked at Si-eun. “Apologise to her.” The two stared at each other for a moment. “Come on, hurry!” He raised his voice. Si-eun was quiet. Breathing hard as he took everything in. Everything that had happened. His eyes roamed the class. Everyone was watching him. His eyes finally landed back on you and Su-ho. Both of you had helped him today in your own different ways. One sweet, calming and caring. One aloof, joking yet dominant. 

Two classmates who were strangers to him had tried to help him and claimed to be his guardian angels. And for what? Was it morals? Would Su-ho have stepped in if it were anyone else? Would you have followed anyone else out during a test? His stomach felt fluttery, and his heart pounded as he watched the two of you. Your right hand and Su-ho’s left hand are intertwined. Su-ho stood in front of you slightly, still protecting you even though the danger was no more. You had a soft look in your eyes. 

Something told Si-eun that this wouldn’t be the last time he crossed paths with the school’s childhood sweethearts.

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