rosie .

#swag 011 so pls don’t message me if your over 18🫪🫪

[angellseonghyeon]

MY MASTERLIST

- cortis -

- texts between each member !

- 6th member imagines

seonghyeon

- hopelessly devoted 1 2

i’m working on doing other members but i’ve just started a series for seonghyeon so i’ll fit in some time do do other members😇😇

[tokibelle]

the boy my family loved first 안 건호 — 𐙚⋆.˚

— ᨳଓ . pairings: keonho x fem!reader — ᨳଓ . genre: beach day chaos, fluff, family bonding, soft romance, friends into lovers — ᨳଓ . warnings: kissing wc: ~2k (?) idk i forgot 🫩 — ᨳଓ . synopsis: a beach trip with your chaotic family turns into something so unforgettable when your best friend, keonho, quickly wins everyone over, while you realize you're slowly falling for him too.

the first mistake you made was bringing keonho to a family trip to the beach.

the second mistake was introducing him to you mother. because now, somehow, after less than fifteen minutes, your own family had liked him more than they liked you.

"keonho, sweetheart, do you want some watermelon?" your mom asked gently.

you stared in disbelief. she had never called you sweetheart in your entire years of living.

keonho blinked, clearly caught off guard as well. "uh... sure?"

your mom handed him the biggest piece in the container. you recived a singular grape.

"this is favoritism," you muttered.

"correct," your sibling replied immediately from the beach chair beside you.

you threw sand at them. the beach itself looked straight out of a summer movie.

blue water stretching on forever, seagulls circling overhead like tiny thieves waiting for the perfect opportunities, kids running through the sand. your family had claimed an entire section near the shore because apparently nobody in your bloodline knew the meaning of packing light.

there were coolers, foldable tables, four umbrellas, a speaker blasting music very loudly. and somehow your uncle brought a portable fan.

"to fight nature," he exclaimed proudly.

keonho laughed so hard he almost peed himself. and that was the problem, everything he did made people fall in love with him a little.

your cousins attached themselves to him instantly, your aunt calling him handsome every three minutes.

even your grandpa, who distrusted nearly every human being on earth, nodded approvingly at him after keonho helped carry chairs across the hot sand.

"he has very strong shoulders," your grandpa whispered to you.

"what does that even mean?"

"it means survive apocalypse."

you rubbed your temples.

meanwhile keonho stood near the shoreline helping your little cousins fill a bucket with water. except one of them kept spilling on his feet accidentally.

"sorry!" she squeaked.

"it's okay," he said patiently for the sixth time now.

you watched him smile at her, hair blowing slightly in the wind, oversized shirt flowing against the ocean breeze.

unfair. actually unfair.

nobody should be allowed to looks that pretty while holding a pink plastic shovel.

he caught you staring. immediately a grin spread across his face.

"what?"

"nothing."

"you've been looking at me for about like ten minutes."

"i was judging your bucket technique."

"my bucket technique is awesome, actually."

"debatable."

he laughed softly before walking over toward you, feet kicking up sand. the second he stood beside you, your younger cousin gasped so dramatically loud, loud enough for the whole coastline to hear.

"they're standing next to each other!"

"thank you," your sibling deadpanned. "we are aware."

your cousin ignored them completely.

"you guys look like couples in those vacation dramas or whatever they're called."

you nearly chocked on air.

keonho looked so entertained.

"vacation drama?" he repeated.

"she watches too much tv," you mumbled.

"no, wait," he said thoughtfully. "do i at least have a rich energy?"

you stared at him.

"you absolutely do."

he placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "finally. recognition."

the afternoon drifted by in the warm waves of sunlight and noise. your family played beach volleyball.

well. tried to.

your uncle kept missing the ball while claiming "the wind was sabotaging his aim."

at some point your little cousin dragged keonho into the game, which instantly became the loudest even ever on earth.

"KEONHO!"

"I GOT IT!"

"YOU DON'T GOT IT!"

"WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?"

you say nearby on the sand laughing so hard your stomach began to cramp. then keonho dove for the ball dramatically, missed completely, and face planted into the sand.

the beach went silent for one terrifying moment. then he lifted his head, sunglasses still somehow perfectly on. your family erupted. even strangers nearby started clapping.

"you survived!" your dad yelled.

"barely," keonho answered weakly.

later, while everyone recovered under the umbrellas, your mom insisted on taking some family photos for memories.

"family photo!"

groans echoed immediately. nobody moved.

"NOW."

suddenly everyone obeyed like soldiers. you stood awkwardly near the back until your mom frowned.

"no, no. keonho stand next to her."

your entire body combusted instantly.

keonho walked over beside you, trying and failing to hide his bright smile.

"this feels targeted," he whispered.

"it is."

your mom aggressively repositioned everyone for twenty full minutes.

"move left."

OTHER left."

"who blinked?"

"why does your uncle look so confused?"

"I AM confused!" your uncle shouted back.

finally the picture got taken, but the second afterward, your aunt grabbed your mothers phone.

"ooo, let me see!"

the photo then popped up on the screen.

and unfortunately...

you and keonho looked disgustingly cute together.

his shoulder leaned against yours slightly.

both of you smiling naturally.

like those couples people reposted online with captions about soulmates and summer love.

your cousins noticed immediately.

"WAITTTTTTTT."

"they look married."

"send me that picture."

"put it in a frame!"

"i hate this family," you whispered.

keonho laughed quietly beside you.

by evening, the beach softened into a gold color. the sky looked gorgeous, painted in streaks of peach and pink while ocean water reflected the sunset like melted glass.

your family settled around the blankets for dinner. someone passed around snacks. your grandpa fell asleep in a folding chair a few hours ago. and your little cousin sat next to keonho braiding tiny seashell slips into his hair while he accepted his fate quietly.

you started crying laughing.

"he looks so beautiful," your aunt said emotionally.

"i look so ridiculous right now," keonho replied.

"no," your cousin corrected seriously. "you look like a magically mermaid."

"and that's somehow worse."

you smiled into your drink. then quietly, while everyone argued about what music to play next, keonho leaned closer toward you.

"you family's fun," he admitted softly.

"they're insane."

"yeah," he said with a grin. "i like them."

the warmth in your chest returned again. the dangerous kind of warmth. the kind that made your heartbeat feel way too noticeable.

your little cousin suddenly climbed into your lap sleepily before looking up between the two of you.

then she asked the question.

"are you gonna marry keonho someday?"

absolute silence. you nearly wanted to throw yourself into the water to escape the question.

"OH MY GOD."

your sibling started choking on their soda. your aunt looked thrilled beyond humanity comprehension. and keonho? keonho looked at you first, smiling softly, then back at your cousin.

"maybe," he answered.

your brain turned off instantly.

"maybe?!" you repeated.

he shrugged innocently, through the corners of his mouth betrayed him completely.

"what? your family basically already adopted me."

your mom pointed dramatically. "HE'S RIGHT."

traitor. every single one of them.

the sky darkened slowly after that. small lights from the boardwalk flickered in the distance while the waves softly curled against the shore. you stepped away from the blankets for some fresh air eventually, walking closer towards the water.

the noise of your family slowly faded behind you, replaced by waves crashing and distant sound of music drifting from the boardwalk.

you wrapped your arms around yourself loosely as the cool evening breeze brushed against your sun warmed skin. for the first time all day, everything felt quiet. peaceful.

well... almost.

because without even turning around, you could already hear familiar footsteps following behind you through the sand.

slow. unhurried. and somehow unmistakably keonho's.

before you could stop it, a smile tugged at your lips.

"you know stalking is illegal, right?" you called out softly.

"i prefer the term emotionally attached," keonho replied.

you laughed quietly as he stood beside you, hands tucked into the pockets of his swimming trunks.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

the waves rolled gently at your feet while the sunset painted soft gold across the entire ocean. then keonho glanced over at you.

"today was fun."

"even with my family bullying you all day?"

"they only threatened me twice," he said thoughtfully. "that feels like progress."

you laughed. "they liked you."

"i noticed."

"honestly, it's a little suspicious."

"what can i say?" he shrugged dramatically. "i have charming shoulders."

you nearly chocked on your saliva.

"that is still the weirdest compliment my grandpa has ever given someone."

keonho grinned before his expression softens slightly.

"but seriously..." he said quietly. "i'm glad you invited me."

something about his voice made your chest go crazy. you looked down at the sand for a second before smiling softly. "i'm glad you came."

silence settled between you once again, comfortable this time. your breath caught immediately.

the ocean breeze moved strands of hair across his forehead as he looked down at you carefully, like he was trying to decide something.

"you know," he murmured, "your family keeps looking at us as if we're already dating."

"they've lost their minds."

"mhm." his eyes flickered to your lips for half a second. "maybe they're onto something though."

your heartbeat went absolutely feral.

"keonho—“

he leaned in suddenly. slow enough for you to realize what was happening. close enough for your brain to completely stop functioning.

"FINALYYYYYY!"

the scream nearly sent both of you into the cold ocean water. you jumped apart instantly while keonho burst out laughing beside you. your entire family stood several feet away near the blankets absolutely losing their minds.

your aunt was clapping, your sibling had collapsed into the sand dramatically, even your grandpa pointed at the two of you like he'd just won a million bucks from the lottery.

"I TOLD YOU THEY WERE IN LOVE!" your cousin yelled

"oh my god," you groaned, covering your face instantly.

you mom looked seconds away from breaking out in tears of joy.

"WE WERE WAITING ALL DAY!" she shouted.

"YOU WERE WATCHING US?!" you yelled back.

"yes!" your dad answered proudly.

"we support romance in this family!" your aunt declared.

beside you, keonho was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. then he looked at you again, smile much more softer now.

"so..." he said quietly, taking one small step closer again, "should we give them the ending they want?"

a.n: guys im going to the beach tomorrow because it going to be hot as shit and this beautiful idea popped into my brain. 👀💪🙂‍↔️

[angellseonghyeon]

chill omg

[ilovecortisok]

MYSTERY OF LOVE — eom seonghyeon

academic rivals enemies to lovers, he fell first he fell harder, past family passing, summer before senior year, angst, hurt/comfort, rizz, silly

wc: like 1488

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By the time Y/n got home, her phone was unusable.

Notifications stacked endlessly across the lock screen.

Comments.

Messages.

Tags.

Her high school’s official Instagram account had posted her acceptance an hour ago.

Congratulations to Seoul Highs very own @yn.yln for being accepted to a very prestigious preparatory school in the United States! Choate Academy!

There was even a picture attached — the one Adrien took last summer when they visited Busan.

Everyone knew now.

Teachers had commented.

Underclassmen she’d never spoken to had congratulated her.

Everyone expected an answer.

The house was quiet when she stepped inside.

The familiar scent of fabric softener and soup drifted from the kitchen. Her father’s shoes sat neatly by the door. The television murmured softly somewhere in the living room.

Home.

Y/n stood there longer than necessary while slipping off her sneakers. Because suddenly the idea of leaving it felt unbearable.

“Y/n?” her mother called. “You’re home?”

“Yeah.”

Her voice sounded strange even to herself. She walked into the kitchen slowly, still clutching her phone in one hand. Her mother glanced up from the stove immediately, smiling. “I saw the post,” she said proudly. “Your aunt already called twice.” Y/n groaned quietly, dropping her forehead against the fridge. “Please don’t tell me halmeoni knows too.”

“She absolutely knows.” Of course she did.

Her father entered a moment later from the living room, glasses pushed up into his hair. “Your principal emailed me personally.” Y/n laughed weakly. “That feels excessive.”

“You made your school look good.” The words should’ve made her happy. A month ago, they would have. She was happy. Wasn’t she? She’d worked for this for years. Late-night essays. Interviews in English until her throat hurt. Competing against students from everywhere. Wondering if she was good enough.

And she had been.

That mattered.

It mattered so much.

So why did her chest feel heavier now?

Her mother finally noticed her expression.

“What’s wrong? Y/n looked between them. This was it. The conversation she’d told her friends she would have. “I need to talk to you both.”

Immediately, her parents exchanged a look. Not worried exactly. Just attentive.

Her father sat down first. “Okay.”

Y/n stayed standing.

Because sitting somehow made this too real.

“I know everyone wants me to go,” she started carefully. “And I know I said I really wanted to go.”

“You wanted to go?” her mother said gently. “I still do.” That was the problem. Y/n rubbed her hands together nervously. “I’m just not sure anymore.” Silence settled across the kitchen. Not angry silence.

Listening silence.

Her father frowned slightly. “What changed?” Y/n opened her mouth. Closed it. How was she supposed to explain this without sounding ridiculous? “I think…” She exhaled shakily. “I didn’t really understand it before.”

“Understand what?”

“That I’d actually be leaving.”

The words hung there.

Her mother leaned against the counter quietly. “It’s just suddenly real now,” Y/n admitted. “Everybody’s congratulating me and talking about America and next year and—”

Her voice cracked slightly.

“—and I realized I’d be gone for my entire senior year.” Her father’s expression softened immediately. Y/n stared at the floor tiles. “I know it sounds stupid.”

“It doesn’t,” he said.

“But I worked so hard for this,” she whispered. “So why am I freaking out now?” No one answered immediately. Outside, rain tapped softly against the apartment windows. Y/N’s phone buzzed again on the counter. Probably another congratulations message.

She suddenly wanted to throw it across the room.

“I’m proud of myself,” she said quietly, almost defensive. “I really am.” Her mother nodded instantly. “You should be.”

“And I want to accept the opportunity. I do.” Her throat tightened. “But every time I think about leaving Korea now, I just…”

She stopped.

Because the rest caught painfully in her chest.

Her father understood anyway.

“Your sister.”

Y/n looked away immediately.

The mention of Danielle still had the power to change the entire atmosphere of a room.

Three years later and it still did that.

“It’s not just her,” Y/n said quickly. But even she heard the uncertainty in her voice. Her mother came to stand beside her at the table.

“You think leaving means leaving her behind?” Y/n blinked hard. “No,” she whispered automatically. Then after a pause, “Maybe.”

The honesty hurt.

Danielle existed in this house.

In the streets outside.

In the convenience store near their building.

In every tiny ordinary part of Y/n’s life.

America felt impossibly far away from all of it.

“I know she wouldn’t want me to stay just because of her,” Y/n said softly. “I know that.” Her father nodded. “But knowing that and feeling it are different things,” he said. Y/n looked up at him, startled. On the way here she’d been terrified her parents would dismiss her feelings immediately. Tell her she was overthinking. Tell her not to waste the opportunity. Instead, they just looked sad for her. Her mother reached over and squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to pretend this isn’t hard.”

That almost made Y/n cry instantly.

“I hate that I’m hesitating,” she admitted. “Everyone at school thinks I’m excited.”

“You are excited,” her father said gently. “And scared.”

Both.

That was the unbearable part.

If she didn’t want Choate, this would be easy.

If she wanted it without fear, this would also be easy.

Instead she wanted two completely different lives at the same time.

“I don’t know what to choose,” she whispered. Her parents were quiet for a moment. Then her father spoke carefully. “If you decide not to go, we will understand.” Y/n looked up quickly. “But,” he continued, “I don’t want fear to make the decision for you. You’ve worked so hard for this.”

Her chest tightened.

Because deep down, she knew that was exactly what he meant. Not weakness. Not failure.

Fear.

Fear of change.

Fear of distance.

Fear that moving forward somehow meant moving away from Danielle too.

Her mother brushed Y/n’s hair gently behind her ear. “You worked incredibly hard for this,” she said softly. “Not for us. For yourself.”

Y/n’s eyes stung. “And I think,” her mother added carefully, “part of you might still want to go.”

“I don’t know what i want anymore,” Y/n said. And for once, nobody rushed to fill the silence. Her mother’s hand stayed warm over hers. Her father leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her the way he always did when something mattered too much to interrupt. Outside, the rain softened into a steady drizzle against the window.

Finally, her father spoke.

“You don’t have to decide tonight.” Y/n let out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her mother nodded immediately. “Of course not.”“But…” her father added carefully, “They do have a deadline.”

That made Y/n look up. A deadline means real life. Not just feelings. Not just confusion. Something final. Her mother glanced at the calendar on the fridge, then back at her husband.

The room felt suddenly smaller. After a pause, her father said gently, “August 1st, the email said” Y/N blinked. Her mind automatically did the math.

May 26th.

A little over two months. Not enough time to avoid the decision forever. But enough time to live inside it. “To confirm enrollment,” her mother added softly, as if trying to make it less sharp. Y/N nodded slowly, even though her chest tightened.

August 1st.

The words echoed in her head louder than anything else. Her father continued, voice calmer now. “That gives you time to think properly. Not just react.”

Her mother squeezed her hand once more. “We’re not forcing you,” she said. “We just… want you to be sure.”

Y/n stared down at the table.

Sure.

That was the word everyone kept pretending existed. As if there was a version of this where she could choose without losing something.

She nodded again, quieter this time.

“Okay.”

Her voice sounded distant to herself. Her father stood, slowly gathering the empty bowls from dinner like the conversation had ended in a way that wasn’t resolution, but pause.

Her mother stayed seated for a moment longer “You’re allowed to change your mind back and forth,” she said gently. “Just… don’t disappear inside it.” Y/n gave a small, tired breath that almost resembled a laugh. “I already kind of am.” Her mother didn’t deny it. Just stood up and brushed her hair back once more before walking toward the sink. The house returned to its usual sounds — water running, dishes clinking, the faint hum of the fridge.

Normal life continuing, even when hers felt paused mid-air.

Y/n stayed at the table.

August 1st.

Sixty-seven days.

She didn’t know whether that felt like too much time or not enough. But it was all she had.

writers note: sorry guys this one was sort of sad 😢 but it had to happen

this is probably going to be the only part like this

[angellseonghyeon]

chill bro i’m easy 🙏🙏🙏🙏🫩🫩🫩

[angellseonghyeon]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED

in which - reader is the 6th member of cortis, her and seonghyeon are both so obviously in love with each other but are too stubborn to say anything to each other so other members try push them together

warnings - just swearing i think??

- EPISODE 2 - PREVIOUS NEXT

[imbatmanpoperoni]

More more more i liked ts sm MOREEE

[angellseonghyeon]

i’m so glad omg 🥹🥹i’ll be making more !!!

[angellseonghyeon]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED

in which - reader is the 6th member of cortis, her and seonghyeon are both so obviously in love with each other but are too stubborn to say anything to each other so other members try push them together

warnings - just swearing i think??

- EPISODE 2 - PREVIOUS NEXT

[angellseonghyeon]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED

in which - reader is the 6th member of cortis, her and seonghyeon are both so obviously in love with each other but are too stubborn to say anything to each other so other members try push them together

i’m gonna make this a series, i’m gonna start it slow but trust the process i want to long it out slightly 🙃🙃🙃

warnings- none just swearing🤓🤓

theres a little bit of writing at the end included with the story !!

- EPISODE 1 - NEXT

you both get to the restaurant and sit down, he of course pulls your chair out for you (gentleman🙂🙂), once your both seated you look over the menu and pick out what each of you is eating and order. it was nice being out with seonghyeon just you two, i mean you’d never say it out loud but laughing with him was so effortless and you can’t help but let yourself stare just a few seconds too long at his smile when he laughs at one of your stupid jokes that probably only he would ever laugh at. he had talked about you for hours to keonho the previous night, he is the only one that officially knows about seonghyeons love for you. as for yourself you’ve been denying the whole ordeal for ages telling yourself you don’t like him you just find him attrctive but them thoughts are slowly catching up to you.

[angellseonghyeon]

why’s he feeding us so much recently i’m so happy 🫪🫪

[angellseonghyeon]

ouuuuu shiii okay🫪🫪🫪😍😍😍🙏🙏

[angellseonghyeon]

hi handsome 😍😍😍😍😍😍😛😛😛🥹🥹🥹🙏🙏🙏🙏help me

[angellseonghyeon]

omg i can’t get over his hair he looks TEWWWWWWW GOODDDDD

[angellseonghyeon]

texts between you and each member !!

(each member as your bf!)

cortis x reader texts

warnings- kinda suggestive, i think one swear word?? i’m pretty sure that’s all mwah!!

guys do i do more of these ?

[angellseonghyeon]

guys what app do you use for the fake texts and twitter thingys 😪😪

[angellseonghyeon]

i’m gonna do more things about all members at some point i just really love writing about seonghyeon 🥸🥸mwah

[angellseonghyeon]

hii i really enjoyed reading your 6th member short fic !! i would love to see more of them :D

- 🪿

omg thankyou so much and i’m working on some right now !! :))

[young2keu]

midnight demo

pairing eom seonghyeon x gn!reader contains sfw. fluff. established relationship. late night studio session. kissing. he's sleepy and a little clingy. sleepy kisses & taking care of your bf. warnings none. wordcount 1.7k

keukeu note 🥥 almost made him even clingier, but oh well. another one of your ideas @enha4cortis hehe

seonghyeon had been at the company building since early noon.

you knew this because his updates had slowly devolved over the course of the day.

practice rn going to recording after this i think producer hyung hates me nvm he gave me candy ㅋ

the last message had arrived nearly an hour ago.

still at the studio

followed by:

i miss you :(

and honestly, that alone had been enough to get you out of the house.

now you were stepping out of the elevator on the seventh floor with a bag of takeout in one hand and your hood pulled low over your face.

the hallway was quieter than usual this late at night. most of the practice room lights had already been shut off, leaving only a faint glow spilling out beneath a few studio doors farther down the hall.

you adjusted your mask higher against your nose as you walked.

a staff member carrying a stack of folders passed by without sparing you more than a tired glance. apparently, someone wandering around the company building in an oversized hoodie at nearly midnight wasn’t unusual enough to question anymore.

honestly, that felt a little concerning.

the familiar sound of music leaking faintly through a familiar looking door told you exactly which studio seonghyeon was still hiding in.

you knocked once before carefully pushing the door open.

the studio was dim except for the glow of the monitors and the tiny LED lights lining the desk. empty drink cans and crumpled lyric sheets were scattered everywhere, making the entire room look like the aftermath of a small disaster.

seonghyeon himself was slumped forward in the rolling chair with a pair of headphones over his ears.

for a second, he didn’t notice you.

his attention stayed fixed on the computer screen, brows furrowed slightly in concentration while he replayed the same section of audio for what sounded like the hundredth time.

then you let the door click shut behind you. his head lifted immediately. and just like that, the exhaustion on his face softened.

“you came,” he said, pulling one side of the headphones off his ear.

“obviously.” you lifted the takeout bag slightly. “you sounded pathetic over text.”

“i did not.”

you raised an eyebrow.

his gaze flickered briefly toward the messages on his phone sitting beside the keyboard before he quietly reached over and flipped it face-down.

right. guilty.

a laugh slipped out of you as you walked further into the studio. the room looked exactly how you expected: dim lights, scattered lyric sheets, three empty iced americanos, and seonghyeon himself buried beneath oversized headphones and exhaustion.

“have you eaten yet?” you asked.

“probably.”

you stared at him. “…what does that even mean?”

he shrugged lightly, already turning back toward the monitor. “i had candy earlier.”

“that’s not a meal.”

“debatable.”

you set the takeout down beside his keyboard before reaching over to pause the track he’d been replaying for the last thirty seconds.

finally, he looked properly at you. his eyes lingered for just a second too long. and you recognized that look immediately. 

the one that always appeared after long schedules and exhausting days. the one where he suddenly got quieter around you, like simply having you nearby was enough to make all the fatigue catch up to him at once.

“what is it?” you asked softly.

“nothing.”

liar.

you moved closer until your knees brushed his chair. “you literally texted me saying you missed me.”

“i was being dramatic.”

“mhm.”

his mouth twitched faintly, like he was fighting a smile.

you reached up to push his hair back from his forehead, fingers brushing lightly through the strands. the second your hand touched him, his eyes fluttered shut for half a second before reopening.

ah.

so he was that tired.

“you should take a break,” you murmured.

“can’t.” despite his words, he leaned unconsciously into your touch.

your fingers continued combing through his hair for another moment before you pulled your hand away. immediately, his brows furrowed slightly.

there it is again.

you hid your smile by turning toward the takeout bag. “eat first, then suffer over your music.”

“wow,” he deadpanned quietly behind you. “you’re so supportive.”

“…i’m literally feeding you.”

“fine.”

his chair creaked softly as he rolled back from the desk. even exhausted, he still tried to carry himself normally, stretching his arms over his head like he hadn’t been hunched over a computer for the last five hours.

the effect was ruined slightly by the way he nearly yawned halfway through it.

you snorted.

“don’t laugh at me.”

“you look miserable.”

“i am miserable.”

you handed him one of the food containers, watching as he immediately perked up at the smell.

“oh,” he blinked down at it. “wait, i love you.”

“you say that every time i bring you food.”

“because you only visit me when i’m starving.”

“maybe if you acted like a functional human being, i wouldn’t have to.”

he hummed absently, already taking a bite. and for a few minutes, the room settled into something quieter.

music played softly from the speakers while seonghyeon scrolled through files on the monitor between bites of food. every now and then he’d mumble something under his breath about lyrics or replay a section of audio with a tiny frown.

you watched him from the couch tucked against the wall. watched the way exhaustion sat heavily beneath his eyes. watched the way he kept rubbing at the back of his neck when he thought too hard. watched the way his attention drifted toward you every couple of minutes anyway.

eventually, his chair rolled across the floor toward you.

you looked up from your phone just in time for him to stop directly in front of the couch.

“…what?”

“nothing.”

he just sat there for a moment, staring at you with heavy-lidded eyes. then, with a quiet sigh, he pushed himself out of the chair and dropped onto the couch beside you.

immediately, he leaned against your side.

a quiet laugh escaped you. “you lasted longer than i expected.”

“what does that mean?”

“you’ve been pretending you weren’t clingy for the last twenty minutes.”

“i’m not clingy.” despite his mumbled argument, one of his arms slid around your waist as he rested his head against your shoulder.

“…right.”

a quiet huff left him, somewhere between offended and sleepy.

“you literally rolled across the room to get to me,” you added.

“maybe i was cold.”

“you’re wearing three layers.”

there was a brief pause before he muttered quietly, “…emotionally.”

that earned a proper laugh from you this time, soft enough to make his expression loosen.

for a second, neither of you said anything.

he just stayed tucked against your side, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against your waist beneath the fabric of your hoodie. then his gaze drifted downward. to your mouth.

the movement was subtle enough that you almost missed it. almost. 

slowly, very slowly, his arm around you tightened. 

“you know,” he said quietly, “i was serious earlier.”

“about what?”

“missing you.”

the teasing tone from before was gone now. completely.

something in your chest softened immediately. your hand came up to brush lightly through his hair again, and the way his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second almost gave him away entirely.

“come here,” you murmured.

he didn’t hesitate this time. one hand slid up to cup your jaw while the other stayed firm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically halfway in his lap. his lips met yours softly at first, tired more than anything else.

like he’d been wanting this all day.

the quiet sigh that left him against your mouth made your stomach flip.

he kissed you again slower this time, lingering just enough to make your chest ache. his thumb brushed gently along your jaw while your fingers slipped into his hair, and the second you scratched lightly against his scalp, his grip around your waist tightened.

a small sound escaped him before he could stop it. you felt him smile a little against your lips afterward, embarrassed and entirely too pleased at the same time.

and honestly? you let him. his lips were warm against yours, despite how cold his hands felt on your waist.

for a moment, he kissed you like he’d forgotten about everything else entirely. the unfinished demo. the long day. the producer outside somewhere in the hallway.

and even after the kiss softened, he didn’t really pull away. every time there was even an inch of space between you, he’d close it again instinctively. one more slow kiss, one more lingering touch against your mouth.

eventually, seonghyeon pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

his breathing was uneven. so was yours, probably. and for a long moment, neither of you spoke.

the soft music still playing from the speakers filled the silence while his thumb continued brushing absentmindedly against your waist, like he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go yet.

then—

a loud knock against the studio door.

both of you froze instantly.

“seonghyeon?” a producer’s voice called from outside. “are you still alive in there?”

he closed his eyes in visible disappointment. you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from laughing.

“one second,” he called back, voice noticeably rougher than before. silence lingered outside the door for a moment.

“…why do you sound like that?” the producer asked suspiciously.

your entire body jerked with suppressed laughter while seonghyeon stared at the ceiling like this was personally ruining his life.

“i’m sick,” he answered immediately. you had to bury your face into his shoulder to stop yourself from making noise.

another pause.

“…right,” came the deeply unconvinced response. “anyway, finish the demo before you die.”

footsteps faded down the hallway. the second they disappeared completely, seonghyeon dropped his head against your shoulder with a long groan.

“we almost got caught.”

“you almost got caught,” you corrected.

he lifted his head just enough to squint at you. “wow. no loyalty.”

you grinned and his expression softened almost immediately afterward.

“don’t leave yet.” he mumbled quietly.

and honestly?

with the way he was still looking at you… hair messy, lips pink from kissing, exhaustion written all over his face… there was no way you were going anywhere anytime soon.

©young2keu, 2026

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