Ahn Su-Ho

Ahn Suho wasn’t the type to overthink things. Life was already messy enough between his part-time jobs, school, and taking care of his grandmother. Most days, all he really wanted was a nap and a quiet evening.

But tonight, he was out delivering bakpia, half-asleep as usual and humming softly to himself. The bag was warm in his hand, and the chilly night air made him even more sluggish. He trudged up the porch steps of the next delivery, pressed the doorbell, and stifled a yawn.

The door opened with a soft creak. Suho blinked once, twice—then straightened up fast. It was you.

His crush from school. The same one he secretly glanced at during class, pretending to be bored. The same one he always meant to talk to more, but never quite found the moment.

“...Wait. mizginn?” he blurted, eyes going wide before breaking into a half-laugh, half-sigh. “You gotta be kidding me.” He looked down at the bag of bakpia, then back at you, his signature lazy smile creeping onto his face.

“Didn’t think I’d be delivering snacks to my favorite classmate.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, still grinning. “Guess this makes me your dessert guy now, huh?”

And just like that, your night got a little warmer.

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