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me asf

read receipt

synopsis; he was only supposed to be a low-effort, late-night distraction, but behind his cold filters and nonchalant act, the lines between a casual game and real heartbreak quickly begin to blur.

tags; fboy!james x f!reader smau usage of yn angst situationship extremely complicated both are emotionally dense yn gives in way too easily suggestive if u squint one mention of daniela of katseye 24 screenshots

notes; my first ever smau!! this was honestly so fun to make but also took SO LONG :,) idrk what to say here other than make sure to not get in this kind of relationship with someone, speaking from experience, it is SO extremely exhausting and, in the end, leads to nothing. anyway, likes, comments and reblogs are encouraged & appreciated as always <3

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no more hiding

synopsis; in the emotional aftermath of getting caught, the silence in the house is unbearable. but when juhoon returns to face your brother head-on, a difficult conversation finally paves the way for a sweet, honest future where you no longer have to hide.

tags; brothersbestfriend!juhoon x f!reader not so secret relationship? angst but comfort skinship kissing 1k words

notes; part 4! (yay we all cheered!) i’d loved to let it end on a cliffhanger but u guys convinced me to continue this and i give in very easily 😣 hope u like this <3 likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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the silence that followed the storm was almost worse than the screaming.

after juhoon left that night—stepping out of your room under martin’s icy glare—the house felt completely hollow. martin didn't speak to you. he didn't yell anymore, either. he just avoided you, his heavy footsteps echoing through the hallways like a reminder of the massive wall that had just built up between you. for three days, you stayed in your room, staring at the ceiling, wearing the black hoodie that still smelled faintly of wood and clean air, wondering if you had just ruined your family and your heart all at once.

juhoon hadn't texted. you knew why. he was trying to give martin space, trying not to make things worse. but the empty silence in your phone was deafening.

then, on the fourth evening, you heard voices downstairs.

they weren't shouting. they were quiet, deep, and tense. you crept out of your room, your bare feet pressing silently against the cold floorboards as you peered over the banister of the stairs.

juhoon was standing by the front door. he didn't look cool or untouchable anymore. he looked exhausted. his dark hair was messy, there were faint shadows under his eyes, and his shoulders were tense. martin was standing a few feet away, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face completely closed off.

"i'm not here to fight, mars," juhoon’s voice carried up the stairs, low and steady. "and i'm not here to beg you to just forget it. i know i messed up. i should have told you."

martin let out a bitter, quiet laugh, looking down at the floor. "you're my best friend, juhoon. you're the one guy i trusted to have my back. and you're sneaking into my sister's room through a window?"

"because i was scared," juhoon said, stepping closer. the honesty in his voice made your chest tight. "i was scared of exactly this. i knew how much you care about her, and i knew i was crossing a line. but i didn't do it to play games, martin. i didn't do it to go behind your back just for fun."

juhoon took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto martin’s. "i care about her. more than i've ever cared about anyone. and if you're going to hate me, hate me for being a coward who didn't tell you. but don't hate me for loving her. because i do."

the word hung in the quiet air of the entryway. loving her.

your heart did a massive, violent flip in your chest. you squeezed the wooden railing, tears hot in your eyes.

martin stared at juhoon for a long, agonizing moment. the anger in his shoulders slowly seemed to drain out, replaced by a deep, heavy sigh. he rubbed his face with his hands, looking incredibly tired.

"you're an idiot," martin muttered, his voice cracking slightly. "you both are."

"i know," juhoon said, a tiny, faint trace of a smile touching his lips.

"if you ever hurt her," martin said, his voice turning deadly serious again, though the raw rage from the other night was gone, "i don't care if we've been friends since we were kids. i'll actually destroy you."

"i know," juhoon repeated, his voice soft but completely sure. "you won't have to."

martin stood quiet for another second, then finally let out a breath, stepping aside. he looked up the stairs, his eyes landing directly on you peering through the banister. he didn't look angry anymore—just like your tired, protective older brother.

"go on," martin sighed, pointing a finger at you. "he’s here for you anyway. just... don't use the window anymore. it's annoying."

a shaky laugh escaped your lips as you quickly wiped a tear from your cheek. you didn't waste another second. you practically flew down the stairs, your feet barely touching the steps.

juhoon was already waiting at the bottom. before you could even say his name, his large arms wrapped around you, lifting you slightly off your feet as he pulled you tightly against his chest. you buried your face in his neck, the familiar warmth of his skin and the scent of his cologne completely washing away the misery of the last four days.

"i've got you," he whispered into your hair, his hands holding you so securely you felt like you were finally home. "i've got you."

martin silently walked past you both, heading into the kitchen and closing the door to give you some space.

juhoon pulled back just enough to look at your face. his large thumb reached up, gently wiping away the tears on your cheeks, his touch so incredibly soft it made your breath hitch. his messy curls fell into his eyes, but his gaze was completely focused on you, burning with a quiet, happy intensity.

"are you okay?" he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

"i am now," you whispered, a bright, relieved smile finally breaking across your face. "you're really an idiot, you know that?"

"yeah," he soft-smirked, leaning his forehead against yours. "but i'm your idiot. if martin lets me be."

"he let you in," you pointed out, your hands tangling into the fabric of his shirt. "that's a start."

"good," juhoon whispered.

and then, without any hesitation, without any fear of footsteps on the stairs or closed doors, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. the kiss was slow, sweet, and full of a quiet relief that felt like a promise. his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, while his other hand settled warm and heavy on your waist.

there were still things to fix, and things with martin would probably be a little awkward for a while. but as juhoon pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, and finally to your cheek, you knew you didn't have to hide anymore.

for the first time in weeks, you could finally just breathe.

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a minute too long

synopsis; weeks of keeping your secret connection with juhoon lead to a stolen night in your bedroom. but when an unexpected return threatens to expose everything, you risk losing the two most important people in your life.

tags; brothersbestfriend!juhoon x reader martin as your older brother secret relationship angst if you squint mentions of anger? skinship kissing 2.3k words

notes; as requested: finally part 3! i guess this is now the end of this short series and honestly i loved this more than i thought i would. part 2 is definitely my favorite but i enjoy all of them >_< likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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the two weeks following that night in your bedroom went by in a blur of quiet, stolen moments.

it was exhausting, but it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you. you and juhoon had quickly become experts at hiding in plain sight. whenever martin was around, nothing changed. juhoon went right back to his usual, detached self. he would sit on the living room couch, completely focused on the TV screen or his phone, barely throwing a glance in your direction. you would walk past him to get a glass of water, acting like he was just another piece of furniture in your brother’s chaotic life.

but the second martin’s back was turned—even if it was just for a minute—everything shifted.

it was in the small, empty gaps of the day. you’d meet in the narrow hallway upstairs while martin was downstairs looking for his keys, sharing a quick, breathless kiss against the wall, your hearts hammering against your ribs in fear of getting caught. or juhoon would slide into your bedroom for just five minutes while martin was taking a shower, holding you so tight against his chest that you could barely breathe. it was soft, incredibly sweet, and completely secret. you were both totally head over heels, finding any possible excuse just to feel each other’s touch, even if it was just a brief brush of your shoulders in the kitchen when your brother wasn't looking.

but the paranoia was always there, lingering in the back of your mind like a dark cloud. martin was your older brother, and juhoon was his absolute best friend. if martin ever found out, it wouldn't just be an argument—it would ruin everything.

then came a quiet friday evening.

martin had been talking all week about heading out to meet some old friends from school. he’d been planning it for days, complaining about what to wear and making a massive mess in the hallway before he finally yelled a quick goodbye and closed the front door. the house immediately fell into a deep, peaceful silence.

you were finally alone.

you were sitting on your bed, the room lit only by the warm glow of your bedside lamp. the night air outside was cool, and you had pulled on one of juhoon’s oversized black hoodies that he’d accidentally left in the living room a few days ago. it was way too big on you, the sleeves completely covering your hands, but it smelled exactly like him—woodsy, clean, and warm. you had your knees pulled up to your chest, scrolling through your phone, just enjoying the quiet.

then, a soft, sharp sound made you freeze.

tap. tap.

you blinked, turning your head toward your bedroom window. at first, you thought it was just a tree branch brushing against the glass in the wind. but then it happened again, louder this time.

tap.

you slid off the bed, your bare feet making no sound on the floorboards as you walked over to the window. you unlocked it and pushed the glass open, the cool night breeze instantly hitting your face. you leaned out, your eyes widening in shock.

juhoon was standing on the narrow roof overhang outside your window. his hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark jacket, and his messy hair was blowing slightly in the wind. when he saw your face, a small, knowing smirk spread across his lips.

"hey pretty," he whispered, his voice incredibly low.

"juhoon? what are you doing?" you whispered back, looking around the dark backyard in panic. "are you crazy? you could have fallen!"

"martin’s gone, right?" he asked, ignoring your panic entirely.

"yeah, he left like half an hour ago, but—"

before you could finish your sentence, juhoon grabbed the wooden frame of the window. with an effortless, practiced grace, he pulled himself up and swung his long legs over the sill, stepping quietly onto your bedroom floor. he closed the window behind him and locked it, shutting out the cold air.

when he turned around, his eyes instantly locked onto you. his gaze dropped down, taking in the giant black hoodie hanging off your shoulders. the smirk on his face widened, turning into something incredibly soft.

"you're wearing my hoodie," he murmured, stepping closer.

your cheeks instantly flushed warm. you pulled the sleeves down further over your hands, looking up at him. "it was on the couch. and it’s cold in here."

"sure," he said softly.

he didn't waste another second. juhoon closed the remaining distance between you, his arms wrapping around your waist. he pulled you in flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you let out a soft sigh, your hands automatically wrapping around his shoulders, holding onto him like he was the only anchor in the world. he smelled so good, and the heat radiating off his body instantly warmed you up.

"i missed you," he whispered against your skin, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "martin wouldn't stop talking today. i couldn't even look at you."

"i know," you murmured, leaning your head against his chest, listening to the steady, rapid beat of his heart. "it's getting harder to pretend."

"way too hard," he agreed.

he pulled back just enough to look at your face, his hand rising to gently brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear. his thumb lingered on your cheekbone, tracing the soft skin. he looked so relaxed here, in the quiet safety of your room, away from the rest of the world.

"come here," you said softly, tugging at his shirt.

together, you both crawled onto your bed, sitting close with your backs pressed against the headboard. the room felt incredibly cozy, the small lamp casting long, warm shadows across the walls. juhoon stretched his long legs out, and you immediately curled up against his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

his hand found yours on the blanket. his large, warm fingers slipped between yours, locking your hands together. you watched as his thumb began to slowly, rhythmically trace over your knuckles, just like he had done two weeks ago. it was a habit of his now, a quiet way of keeping you grounded, and it made your chest ache with how sweet it was.

"what if he comes back early?" you asked quietly, the lingering anxiety poking at your thoughts.

"he won't," juhoon said, his voice calm and confident. "he was going to that arcade on the other side of town. he’ll be gone for hours."

"but what if?" you insisted, looking up at him.

juhoon stopped tracing your knuckles. he turned his head to look down at you, his dark eyes incredibly serious. "then let him. i'm tired of hiding in hallways. i'm tired of having to act like i don't want to hold your hand when we're sitting at the same table."

your breath trapped in your throat. you stared at him, completely captivated by the raw honesty in his voice. the cool, unapproachable juhoon was entirely gone when he was alone with you. he was vulnerable, sweet, and so fiercely protective of whatever this was between you.

"you don't mean that," you whispered, though your heart was beating wildly. "martin is your best friend. it would ruin everything."

juhoon stared at you for a long moment, his thumb resuming its gentle stroke over your hand. "he’s my best friend, yeah. but you're... you're everything else."

your heart swelled so much it felt painful. you reached up, your fingers gently tangling into the soft, messy strands of his hair, pulling him down slightly. juhoon didn't need any encouragement. he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like pure relief.

it was a quiet, lingering kiss, full of all the unspoken words and frustration of the last two weeks. his hand moved from your waist to the back of your neck, his fingers holding you gently but firmly, keeping you close. you melted into him, your eyes closed, completely forgetting about the rest of the world outside your bedroom door.

neither of you had any idea that downstairs, the front door had quietly clicked open.

martin’s plans had fallen through. his friends had canceled at the last minute, and he had trudged back home, annoyed and cold, wanting nothing more than to grab some food and complain to you about it.

neither of you heard his heavy footsteps coming up the wooden stairs, or him walking down the hallway.

outside your bedroom door, martin stopped. he had walked up to ask you if you wanted to order a pizza with him, but as he reached for the doorknob, the sound of hushed, quiet whispers from inside made him pause.

he frowned. you were supposed to be alone.

inside the room, juhoon pulled back just a fraction, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "you look really pretty in my clothes," he murmured, his voice a sleepy, deep rumble. "i think you should keep it."

you let out a soft laugh, your face completely flushed. "martin is going to notice if i start wearing your hoodies every day."

"let him notice," juhoon whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips again. "i'll just tell him i like seeing you in them."

your fingers traced his jawline, a soft smile on your face. "you're crazy."

"only for you," he murmured.

on the other side of the door, martin’s blood ran completely cold.

he recognized that voice. he knew that deep, quiet tone better than anyone else’s. it was juhoon. his best friend. his brother in everything but blood. and he was in his little sister's room, talking to her like that.

martin’s mind raced, a sudden, suffocating wave of shock washing over him. he stood frozen in the dark hallway, his hand hovering over the doorknob as his brain tried to process what he was hearing. his best friend. the guy he trusted with everything. the guy who sat at his dinner table, who gamed with him, who he called his brother.

and his little sister. the sister he had spent his entire life trying to protect.

the shock quickly turned into a thick, burning anger. it started in his chest and quickly spread through his veins, hot and blinding. they had been lying to him. for how long? how many times had juhoon been in this house, pretending to be his friend, while secretly looking at you?

inside the room, juhoon leaned down again. his eyes were dark, full of affection, his thumb gently wiping a stray lash from the corner of your eye.

"i love you," he whispered, the words slipping out so easily, so naturally, that it made your breath completely hitch.

you stared at him, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "juhoon..."

"i do," he said, his face inches from yours. "and i'm not going to keep hiding it."

you tilted your head up, your eyes fluttering shut as you prepared to close the tiny space between your lips, ready to give him everything—

slam.

the bedroom door flew open, hitting the wall with a deafening crash that shook the entire frame.

you both jumped apart instantly, your hands ripping away from each other as your eyes flew wide in sheer, paralyzing terror.

standing in the doorway was martin.

his face was completely pale, then turning a dark, angry red. his chest was heaving up and down rapidly, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles were stark white. he looked between you—sitting on the bed in juhoon’s oversized hoodie—and his best friend, who was slowly scrambling off the mattress.

the absolute betrayal in martin’s eyes was devastating. but the anger behind it was terrifying.

"what the actual hell is going on here?" martin roared, his voice shaking the entire room.

the sheer volume of his voice made you flinch, your hands instinctively grabbing the blanket. juhoon stood up slowly, stepping directly in front of you, shielding your body from martin’s furious gaze. his face was pale, but his jaw was set, his shoulders tense and ready.

"martin, listen to me," juhoon said, his voice remarkably calm despite the situation, though you could see the slight tremor in his hands. "let me explain. it's not what you think—"

"explain what?!" martin shouted, taking a massive, aggressive step into the bedroom. he looked like he was about to explode, his eyes wild with rage as he pointed a shaking finger at juhoon. "my best friend? in my sister's bed? behind my back?!"

"martin, please—" you started, your voice cracking with tears as you tried to step out from behind juhoon, but juhoon gently blocked you with his arm, keeping you safe behind him.

"shut up!" martin yelled, his eyes snapping to you for a fraction of a second, filled with hurt and anger, before locking back onto juhoon. "you lied to me. you stood in my house, you ate my food, you acted like my brother, and the whole time you were touching my sister?!"

"it’s not like that," juhoon said, his voice dropping, trying to de-escalate the anger. "i care about her, martin. i really care about her. i didn't want to lie to you—"

"you're dead to me," martin whispered, his voice suddenly dropping from a shout to a low, venomous growl that felt a hundred times worse. "both of you. get out of my sight, juhoon. get out of this house before i fucking make you."

the silence that followed was suffocating. you looked at juhoon’s tensed back, then at your brother's furious, trembling frame, realizing with a sinking heart that the secret was finally out.

and everything you knew was about to burn to the ground.

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sundayniche

nothing screams girlhood more than reading fanfics late at night in bed

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE NEXT?¿

- seonghyeon lost a game/bet and has to do the dishes; reader helps him n stuff

- james as a snap hoe 🫩 angsty/situationship kinda thing??

- picnic with keonho (inspired by his & seonghyeons let’s go picnic cover) #fluff!

- seonghyeon dimple by bts inspired fic

tell me!

#cortis #cortis fic #fanfic #fanfiction #james cortis #juhoon cortis #keonho cortis #martin cortis #seonghyeon cortis #cortis martin

drop dead

synopsis; a short spin-off to the peak fangirl moment universe. just a collection of sweet, chaotic, and stolen moments with cortis's leader, inspired by the lyrics of olivia rodrigo's drop dead.

tags; martin x f!reader fluff drabble skinship kissing 358 words

notes; hi i wrote this while watching a movie in english class and i lowkey hate it 😭 i wish i could've written more but i think it’s really time to let go of this series :,) anyways, likes and reblogs are encouraged — i love ur guyss feedback !

⟶ read peak fangirl moment: part 1 | part 2

one night i was bored in bed and stalked you on the internet

it's 3:00 am in your bedroom, months before the festival. you're scrolling through ancient cortis fancams, getting caught on a video of martin laughing unwhitewashed and raw in the studio, feeling that tiny, absurd ache in your chest—completely unaware that this exact boy would soon be throwing open a van door to chase you down. cut to the present. martin is lying sideways across your bed, grinning as he scrolls through your old instagram posts from years ago, teasing you about a random vacation photo. "who is this angel? i need to call my management, i need to give her my number."

it's feminine intuition

'cuz i always had a vision of us standing like this

you're standing at his kitchen counter in the middle of the night, completely swallowed up by his heavy festival hoodie, when he wraps his long arms around your waist from behind and buries his face in your neck, making you realize that the crazy gut feeling you had at the center barricade wasn't just a fan's delusion—it was always meant to look exactly like this.

all pressed up in the bathroom line

during a crowded, stressful industry afterparty where you have to pretend you're strangers, martin catches your wrist in the dim hallway near the restrooms and pulls you into a narrow alcove, his chest pressed completely flat against yours as he blocks you from the view of passing managers, sharing a breathless, forbidden smirk against your lips.

you’re looking like an angel on the walls of verasailles

you watch through a doorway as he shoots a high-fashion magazine feature under glaring studio lights, looking so impossibly beautiful, ethereal, and distant in a tailored white suit that it almost hurts—until the photographer calls a break, and his eyes immediately scan the room, instantly melting that cold model expression into a warm, goofy smile just for you.

the most alive i've ever been but kiss me and i might drop dead

back in the quiet of his high-rise apartment with the rain pouring outside, he cups your face in his long fingers and looks down at you with an intensity so heavy it makes your chest ache, whispering your name before kissing you so deeply that your brain entirely short-circuits, leaving you hopelessly tangled in his arms and feeling more alive than ever.

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GURL I JS READ ONE OF UR STORIES AND I WAS KICKING MY FEETTTT AHHHH UR PEAKKK

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH YOURE PEAK-ER

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2xred

one more minute (off limits spin-off)

synopsis; two weeks later, a midnight visit from juhoon blurs the lines between you even further.

tags; brothersbestfriend!juhoon x f!reader martin as your older brother fluff juhoon being the cutie he is >_< 1.1k words

notes; @prollynotmegng as requested: part 2 of 'off limits'! i might love this even more than part 1 hihi. for all of my freckled cuties <3 likes & reblogs are encouraged !!

⟶ part 1

it had been two weeks since that night in the kitchen, and things had been weirdly quiet. you and juhoon had barely spoken a word to each other. whenever martin was around, juhoon went right back to his calm, distant self, acting like nothing had changed. but every time your eyes accidentally met across a room, the air still felt thick.

it was around midnight now. martin had been completely knocked out in his room for an hour, leaving the rest of the house in total silence.

you were just spending time in your room, sitting on your bed in your pyjamas, when you heard a sound. it was a sound so quiet you almost missed it—three tiny, hesitant knocks on your bedroom door.

your heart skipped a beat. you walked over and opened it, freezing when you saw who was standing there.

juhoon.

he looked completely different tonight. his usual styled hair was totally messy, falling into loose, slightly curly strands over his forehead. his oversized t-shirt looked wrinkled, and he had this restless, tired look in his eyes, like he’d been tossing and turning in his bed for hours, unable to stop thinking.

"hey," he whispered, his voice incredibly soft in the quiet hallway. "can i come in?"

you just nodded, stepping aside. he quietly closed the door behind him, the small space of your bedroom suddenly feeling a lot smaller with him in it. the energy between you two instantly shifted, but it wasn't sharp like last time. it was soft, quiet, and sweet.

"i couldn't sleep," juhoon muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over to your bed. he didn't wait for an invite; he just sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking up at you.

you walked over and sat down next to him, tucking your legs under yourself. "too much on your mind?"

"yeah," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. a tiny, rare smile touched his lips. "something like that."

the conversation stayed light and quiet as you talked about random things, both of you speaking in low whispers so martin wouldn't hear. but the soft tension between you was growing by the second.

as you were talking, juhoon slowly reached out. his large, warm hand moved to your face, his fingers gently brushing a few stray hairs behind your ear. his touch was so light it made your skin tingle. he didn't pull his hand back either. instead, his arm slid down, and his hand found yours on the blanket.

he lifted your hand, closing his large fingers around it. your knuckles looked so small against his palms. juhoon didn't say anything as his thumb began to slowly stroke the back of your hand, running softly over your knuckles in a calm, rhythmic motion. it was so gentle it made your chest ache.

he shifted his weight, leaning back and propping himself up on one elbow, stretching out on your bed. he wasn't lying down to go to sleep, just getting comfortable, looking up at you from the pillows.

with his free hand, his fingers traced up your arm, reaching your face again. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, slowly tracing the faint scatter of freckles across your nose and cheeks.

"i never realized you had so many freckles," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, sleepy register. "they're really cute."

your breath hitched, your cheeks instantly burning. you weren't used to him being this open, this soft.

a long, heavy silence settled over the room. it wasn't uncomfortable; it was full of unspoken thoughts. juhoon stopped tracing your skin, his thumb just resting on your cheek as he stared at you, his expression turning serious.

"can i kiss you?" he asked suddenly.

the question caught you completely off guard. you were so taken aback your throat closed up, and you couldn't find the words to answer. instead of speaking, you just looked into his eyes and gave a small, slow nod.

juhoon didn't rush. he leaned up slowly, closing the distance between your faces bit by bit. but just a mere inch away, right before your lips could touch, he stopped. you could see the sudden conflict in his eyes, the heavy thoughts running through his head again. he was remembering martin. he was remembering that he shouldn't be doing this.

seeing him hesitate made something inside you snap. you didn't want him to pull away.

leaning forward, you closed the remaining gap yourself, pressing your lips softly against his.

juhoon let out a quiet sigh into the kiss, all his hesitation melting away as his hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you close. the kiss was slow, deep, and incredibly gentle, completely different from that night in the kitchen. it felt safe, like a secret meant just for the two of you.

when you finally pulled back, your lips were tingling. you looked down at him, trying to keep your voice steady. "we can't keep doing this, juhoon. we have to be careful."

juhoon looked a bit distracted, his eyes still fixed on your face, completely captivated. "yeah," he murmured softly, clearly not really listening to the warning. "we do."

he didn't let you move away. instead, he pulled you down slightly, leaning in again. but he didn't go for your lips this time. he tilted his head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the freckle on your left cheek. then, another one to the bridge of your nose. one by one, he began to kiss every single freckle on your face, his lips warm and careful against your skin.

you were totally flustered, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. honestly, judging by the slight flush on juhoon's cheeks and the way his breath was shaking, he was just as flustered as you were.

"jju," you whispered breathlessly, trying to find your sanity. "you need to go back to martins room before he wakes up."

he just hummed against your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down to lay next to him properly. "just one more minute."

but one minute quickly turned into ten. ten minutes turned into twenty, the comfort of your bed and the warmth of his body completely washing over you. neither of you wanted to move, and before long, the exhaustion caught up.

with your head resting near his chest and his fingers loosely tangled in your hair, both of you drifted off into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos that the next morning would bring.