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[ramenoil]

He was a skater boy. She said, "See you later, boy" —ahn keonho

🛹 skater!bf!keonho x f!reader, profanity, crack, fluff, smau, random marissa x sean cus i was too lazy to change mari's pfp...

syn: when your parents install security cameras because they don't like your skater bf keonho! but he has solutions...maybe?

playlist: sk8ter boy by avril lavigne iro's notes: avril lavigne my icon ily

perm tl: @amb4rluvs / @beatbymarzz / @sailuvsu / @lcvehyeon / @frizzyyo / @09zpzkeonnss / @yunjiiin / @hyuneskkami / @one-chance-pls / @rickyshensgirlfriend / @snowzxki / @yuu-kizx / @myen2rude / @meowchness / @jjuhyeons / @6rei-ji / @luffyloving / @w0narchy / @zzzeeetttaaa / @ddolleri / @1giss4swft3 / @ilovegojosatoru13 / @bitemhoon / @lovedove00 / @pixel-zombie / @tateholic / @mershyjershy / @inadazeee

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i just wanna show you off

You and Juhoon soft launching and some take it better than others

masterlist💽 requests are OPEN💽

hey guys.. this is a bit rushed since my phone keeps shutting down and i have no enegry to deal with that bull I hope you still like it!! Im going on break and getting a new phone soon so i have a bunch of ideas for new fics. Love you guys please send me requests in my inbox ill start working on them asap.

[okhyn]

MILLION DOLLAR MAN 💸 rich bf!james texts ❛ 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 && 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 🥂 ❜

( PRÉCIS ) 𝑓!grlfrnd 👜 bf!james ✶ fluff 🪷 𝑒𝑠𝑡 relationship PEARLS&CO𓈒 杂志

pensieri made this in a rush so pls ignore the timestamps ! likes and reblogs are much appreciated

[jjudawn]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT

synopsis: keonho being the loudest boyfriend of the quietest girl, and somehow it all just seems to make sense for the two of you.

word count: 7.0k

info+warnings: extroverted!bf!keonho, fluff, established relationship, shy/quiet + bookworm reader, teen romance, profanities, skinship, kissing

On paper, you and Keonho made absolutely no sense.

You were polar opposites to the highest degree. He was the most talkative and outgoing boy you think you've ever met, having lines of people greeting him as he passed in the hallways, whereas you were the girl who could walk through a crowded cafeteria and remain completely invisible, a ghost in a sea of noise. He lived for the spotlight of conversation; you craved the quiet corners of the library. It was a cosmic mismatch, a social experiment doomed to fail. Yet there you were, two years into a relationship that confused everyone except the two of you.

It had all started a few months into your first year of high school. You had been walking home, earbuds in, the entire world muted. Your mind was already halfway through the chapters you needed to read for tomorrow, your fingers tracing the spine of your worn-out library book.

A blur of motion, a flash of dark blue fabric, and a solid thud sent you stumbling sideways. Your earbuds ripped out of your ears, your book flew from your hands, and you were suddenly very, very aware of a warm grip on your elbow keeping you from face-planting into the concrete.

"OH SHIT—I'M SO SORRY—ARE YOU OKAY—"

The voice was a cannon blast to your carefully constructed silence. You blinked, disoriented, and glanced sideways.

Keonho stood beside you, eyes wide with genuine panic as they scanned your face, his school blazer half-falling off one shoulder. His hair was a disaster, like he'd run through a wind tunnel, and his backpack was hanging open, pens and crumpled papers threatening to escape. He was still gripping your elbow like you might evaporate if he let go.

You quickly regained your footing, standing upright. His hand lingered on your elbow for a second longer before he dropped it, flustered.

"I'm so sorry, Seonghyeon was being an idiot and—" his lips moved at a thousand miles a minute as he crouched down, his hands scrambling across the floor to pick up the small pile of scattered books. You bent down beside him, attempting to help though it became impossible when his fingers latched onto each spine just as you reached out, leaving you squatting there awkwardly whilst words continued to pour out of his mouth. "—I really should have been looking where I was going—wait, are you hurt anywhere? Please tell me you aren't injured—hang on… aren't you in my chemistry class?"

To be completely honest, you were unable to process any of the rapidfire comments thrown at you, far too enclosed in your own mind's attempt to make sense of the situation you now found yourself in.

You stood up slowly, deeming it far too awkward for you to remain at eye level with the boy. He was soon to follow, his hands fiddling with the books as he tried to organise them, clearly stalling.

"Uh—here—" He thrust them toward you, his fingers fumbling. "Your books. I think they're all here. I didn't—I hope I didn't bend any pages—"

You took them carefully, clutching them to your chest. "It's fine," you murmured. "They're fine."

"Oh. Good. That's—good." He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting everywhere except your face. "I really am sorry. I wasn't looking. Seonghyeon bet me I couldn't make it to the fountain before he counted to ten, and I'm an idiot who takes dumb bets—"

"Keonho."

He stopped and blinked. "Yeah?"

You didn't say anything else. Just gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment that held a hint of forgiveness, and turned to leave.

You made it three steps before his voice caught up to you.

"Wait—I never got your name."

You paused and glanced back over your shoulder. He was standing there, his fingers fiddling with the ends of his untucked shirt, looking almost nervous.

"Y/N." You told him quietly, then you turned back around and kept walking, tucking your earbuds back in, drowning out the world.

You thought that would be the end of it. An awkward collision that would be instantly forgotten by the likes of someone like Keonho, but the next day in chem class, you felt eyes on you.

You turned to see Keonho sat across the room, chin propped on his palm, head tilted. When your eyes met his, he didn't look away. Instead, his lips curved into a smile: small and almost private, nothing like the loud, performative grins you'd seen him flash at everyone else.

He raised a hand in a tiny wave.

You stared at him for a beat, then turned back to your notes, your face unexpectedly warm.

After that, Keonho couldn't help but notice you at school now, and much worse, he wouldn't stop trying to talk to you.

The next morning, you spotted him in the hallway before he spotted you. He was surrounded by a cluster of friends, laughing at something one of them had said. His head was thrown back, the sound of it carrying easily over the morning chaos, bright and unguarded. 

You ducked your head and kept walking, fingers tightening around the spine of your book.

Despite your best efforts he noticed you and ran to catch up to you by the lockers, slightly out of breath. "Hey," he said, falling into step beside you. "You walk fast."

You didn't stop. "I have class."

"I know, me too." He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, his steps slightly uneven as he matched your pace. "I just wanted to say sorry again for yesterday. I felt bad all night."

"You said sorry already."

"Yeah, but I meant it." He shoved his hands in his pockets, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second. "I don't usually—I mean, I'm not usually that clumsy. Well, okay, I am—but I don't usually knock people over. That was a first."

You glanced at him. He was looking at you now, his eyes earnest in a way that caught you off guard.

"You already said sorry," you repeated, softer this time.

"I know but I still feel bad." He kicked at an invisible pebble on the floor, his sneaker scuffing against the tile. "So I was thinking… I owe you a hot chocolate… To make up for it."

"You don't owe me anything."

"I know but I want to."

You didn't respond to that and he didn't push, he just walked beside you in surprising silence, his usual energy dialed down a few notches. It was almost comfortable, as though he already knew you weren't going to fill the space, and he was okay with that.

When you reached your classroom, he stopped at the door. His hand came up, hovering for a second like he wanted to touch your arm, then dropped back to his side. "See you around, Y/N," he said softly.

Then he was gone, swallowed by the flow of students.

The next day, he waved at you from across the cafeteria. You pretended not to see, and in response he only waved harder, nearly smacking the person next to him, and you could feel his eyes on you even through the chaos of the lunch rush.

You gave a tiny nod and turned back to your tray.

Mina followed your gaze, her line of sight slightly blocked by the passing students. "Who's that?"

"No one."

"He's staring at us."

You didn't look up. "He's not."

"He definitely is." Mina leaned forward, her voice dropping. "Wait… Is that Keonho? The Keonho? The one who's literally everywhere and in, like, every club ever and knows everyone?"

You shrugged, pushing rice around your bowl.

Mina's eyes widened. "How do you know him?"

"I don't. He ran into me."

"He ran into you." Mina's voice went flat with disbelief. "And now he won't stop staring at you?"

"It's not—" You glanced up despite yourself. He was still looking, a small smile on his face. When your eyes met his, he tilted his head, like he was checking if you were okay. You looked away quickly. "It's nothing."

"It's definitely something." She let you brood with that comment, choosing not to push you any further.

He found you in the library after school a few days later. Not intentionally—at least, you assumed not. He walked in with a friend and spotted you in your usual corner before you could disappear behind your book.

"Oh hey!" He dropped onto the chair across from you without asking, his bag thudding onto the floor. His friend lingered awkwardly for a moment, clearly not expecting to be ditched, before wandering off toward the fiction section. "Didn't peg you for a library person. Actually, wait, that's exactly what I'd peg you for. That came out wrong."

You closed your book slowly, marking your page. "What are you doing?"

"Studying. Obviously." He pulled out a crumpled worksheet from his bag, its edges soft and worn from being shoved around. "I need help with chem. You're good at chem, right? You look like you're good at chem."

"I'm average."

"Average is better than my 'please don't fail me' energy." He slid the paper across the table, his fingers tapping against it. "One question, that's all I'm asking, then I'll leave you alone."

You stared at the worksheet. The handwriting was messy, loops and squiggles in places where he'd clearly rushed. The first problem was partially solved, the steps correct until they suddenly weren't.

You pulled the paper toward you.

His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, the tension leaving his frame. "Thanks."

It quickly became a routine. He'd show up at the library, always with "one question" that somehow stretched into an hour of him talking about everything except chemistry.

His dog named Cookie who he claimed was smarter than him and had once eaten an entire pizza off the counter. His failed attempt at baking a cake for his sister's birthday that caused the smoke alarm to go off and the fire department to almost show up, and somehow the cake was still raw in the middle. Seonghyeon, who apparently had the worst impulse control of anyone he'd ever met and had once thrown his phone into a tree just to prove he could.

You'd half-listen, half-study, and he never seemed to mind that you barely said two words. Sometimes you'd glance up and catch him watching you, eyes boring into you like he was trying to solve a puzzle he found interesting. His gaze would flick away immediately, but not before you saw the faint flush creep up his neck.

One day, he didn't show up.

You told yourself it was fine, he didn't owe you anything. You weren't friends, and this totally wasn't a thing.

Though you spent the entire hour staring at the same paragraph in your textbook, reading it seven times and even then still had no idea what it said.

By the time you packed up your bag, you were annoyed at yourself for caring as much about that strange boy as you now apparently did.

The next morning, he appeared at your locker before you even had your combination turned.

"Sorry about yesterday," he said, slightly breathless, he'd apparently run the entire way. "Seonghyeon dragged me to some event. His younger sister's band was playing and he made me go. I didn't want to, I wanted to come with you. I swear I didn't ditch you on purpose."

You pulled out your textbooks, keeping your face neutral. "You don't have to come every day."

"I know." He leaned against the lockers, arms crossing loosely. "But I like coming, you're good company."

"I don't talk."

"That's what I like about you." He said it simply, without his usual theatrics. "You don't fill the silence with nonsense. You just sit there and listen. It's nice. Peaceful."

You didn't know what to say to that. No one had ever called your silence peaceful before. Most people found it uncomfortable, a void they needed to fill or else it felt like the ground would swallow them whole from awkwardness.

He held out a granola bar, slightly crushed at the edges. "Here, to make up for yesterday."

You took it slowly, your fingers brushing his though he didn't flinch or pull away. "You don't have to keep making up for things," you said.

"I know." He shrugged, already falling into step beside you as you started walking. "But I want to."

It went on like that for weeks, and somewhere along the way, you started noticing things.

His laugh changed when something genuinely caught him off guard—loud and surprised, all of his usual composure crumbling. His hands moved when he talked, always in motion, sketching shapes in the air. His voice dropped just slightly when he said your name, like it was something delicate he was handling carefully.

But most of all, he never pushed, never asked why you were so quiet, never made you feel like you needed to perform for him.

He just stayed, and you didn't quite know what to do with that.

It was Mina who finally asked, after watching him wave at you across the courtyard for the third time that week.

"So what's the deal with you two?"

"There's no deal."

"He follows you around like a puppy."

"He's just apologetic for running into me." You kept your eyes on your book, even though you'd stopped reading. "He only appears, like, once a day."

"Okay, first of all, it's been weeks since then, he should be over it by now. And second of all, that's literally following." Mina poked your arm. "And you just let him."

You didn't have a response to that because she was right, you did let him. You could've walked away, told him to leave you alone, stayed quiet and distant in the way you did with everyone else.

But when he sat across from you in the library, chattering away about nothing, you found yourself glancing up more often, even listening closer. You didn't mind his noise the way you minded everyone else's.

At some point across the many days Keonho spent in your orbit, your feelings about him began to shift.

It wasn't a single moment. There was no dramatic realisation, no sudden bolt of lightning. It crept in slowly, quietly, the way morning light fills a room before you notice it's no longer dark.

You caught yourself looking for him in the hallways. Your eyes would just wander, scanning the crowd, and when they landed on his familiar mop of messy hair, something in your chest would settle as though you'd been holding your breath without realising it.

You started noticing the small things he was doing for you. The way he always made sure to leave you the last bite of whatever snack he brought, and he'd angle his body toward you when he talked, like you were the only person in the room. He'd also pause mid-sentence when you finally spoke, giving you his full attention like what you had to say mattered more than whatever he'd been saying.

The library became a sacred place for the two of you.

He'd show up after school, drop his bag on the floor, and slide into the seat across from you like he belonged there. Which, you realised, he kind of did now.

Sometimes he studied, though more often he talked. 

You never offered much in return, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

"I don't even know your favourite color," he said one day, looking up from his worksheet.

You blinked. "Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't, I just want to know." He shrugged. "I want to know everything about you."

You told him it was purple. Deep purple, like the sky right before it goes dark. He smiled because you'd finally, finally,  given him something personal. "The color of the sky," he repeated. "That's really pretty."

You felt heat creep up your neck and looked back at your book.

It was on one of these evenings that you realised it had already happened.

He was rambling about something you could no longer remember, and you were pretending to read, but really you were just watching him be his naturally extroverted self.

And you thought, oh.

You liked him. Not just tolerated him, not just got used to him. You genuinely, completely, helplessly liked him.

You didn't know what to do with that. You'd never felt this pull toward someone before, this warmth that spread through your chest when he smiled at you. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

You didn't tell him in that moment because you weren't sure you could.

But he noticed something had changed. Of course he did, he was far too observant of your tells for you to be able to hide something as big as, what you believed to be, unrequited love from him

"You're staring," he said one afternoon, looking up from his phone. "Not that I mind, but you're staring."

You looked away quickly. "I was thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothing."

"You're lying." He leaned forward, a teasing grin on his face. "You're thinking about something. What is it? Are you finally going to admit I'm charming?"

"You're insufferable."

"Keep telling yourself that."

You laughed and his grin softened into something deeper, warmer.

"I like that sound," he said quietly.

"What sound?"

"You laughing." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I like making you laugh."

Your heart did something complicated in your chest as you quickly moved your gaze downward, hoping he didn’t notice the blush rapidly creeping onto your cheeks.

The weeks blurred together. His presence became a constant in your life, something you'd started to rely on without admitting it to yourself.

He'd find you in the mornings, falling into step beside you with a half-eaten breakfast bar or a coffee he'd grabbed for you. He'd walk you to class, talking the entire way, and you'd listen and nod and pretend you weren't memorising the way his hair fell across his forehead. He'd wave at you across crowded rooms, his grin wide and unashamed, and you'd feel a warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with the temperature.

You noticed how he was different with you than with everyone else.

Around his friends, he was loud and performative, always the center of attention, always making people laugh. But around you, he dialed it back. He still talked—he'd never stop talking, you were absolutely sure of that—but it was quieter. More genuine, as though he felt like he didn't need to impress you or perform.

"You're the only one who sees me," he said one evening, his voice soft. "The real me, not the show."

You looked up from your book. He was staring at the table, his fingers tracing the wood grain.

"What do you mean?" You asked, brows furrowing.

"I mean—" He paused, searching for the words. "Everyone expects me to be a certain way. Loud, funny, always on, and I can do that. It's easy. But sometimes it's exhausting pretending to be that version of myself all the time."

He looked up at you. "With you, I don't have to pretend. You don't expect anything from me, you just let me be."

Something in your chest tightened. "I like the real you," you said quietly.

His eyes met yours properly, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between you, but it wasn't awkward. It felt like something was being shared.

"Yeah?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah."

He smiled softly as you both continued what you had been doing before, choosing to ignore the way something in your gut had flipped.

It was late November when the first real change happened.

He'd walked you to the bus stop like usual, but the bus was late. The sky was dark, the air cold, and you were shivering in your thin jacket.

"Here." He shrugged off his hoodie and handed it to you without a second thought.

"You'll be cold."

"I'll survive." He shoved his hands in his pockets, not taking it back. "You need it more than me."

You hesitated, then pulled it on. It was too big, drowning you in fabric, but it was warm and smelled like him: something clean and faintly sweet.

He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, then cleared his throat. "It looks better on you anyway."

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to flirt, but you were smiling.

Then one afternoon following the weather turned. A grey sky that had been threatening rain all day finally opened up, dumping sheets of water across the pavement. You'd left your umbrella at home.

You stood under the overhang of the school entrance, watching the rain come down, mentally calculating your chances of making it to the bus stop without getting soaked. Your jacket was thin. Your books would be ruined. You'd survive, but it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Forgot your umbrella?"

You turned. Keonho was leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, a knowing smile on his face.

You sighed. "Don't say it."

"Say what?"

"Whatever you're about to say."

"I was just going to say," he said, stepping beside you, "that I have an extra. Because I'm always prepared. Very responsible, ask anyone."

He pulled out a large umbrella, bright red, and held it out to you.

You stared at it. "You brought an extra just in case?"

"I brought an extra because I know you never carry one."

You blinked. "You’re watching me?"

"Always." He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then he seemed to realise what he'd said, his ears turning pink. "I mean—I noticed. In passing. I pay attention to things."

You didn't say anything. Just took the umbrella, your fingers brushing his.

"It's too big for one person," you said quietly. "You should share."

He blinked at you, like he hadn't expected that. Then his smile widened, slow and surprised. "Okay," he said, stepping under the umbrella with you. "Okay. Yeah, that works."

You walked to the bus stop together, close enough that your shoulders brushed. The rain pounded against the fabric above you, loud and steady, but underneath it, everything felt strangely quiet.

He didn't say much and neither did you.

The bus arrived just as you arrived, and you moved towards it. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch your wrist.

"Hey." You turned. His face was close, closer than it had ever been. "Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, your heart suddenly loud in your ears.

"Are you ever going to tell me how you feel?" His voice was soft, uncertain. "Because I've been trying to figure it out for weeks, and I think I know, but I don't want to assume, and—"

"Yes."

He stopped, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Yes?"

You swallowed. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it, your palms were sweaty, and you'd never felt more exposed in your entire life. Every instinct screamed at you to look away, to retreat back into the safety of your silence, but you forced yourself to hold his gaze.

"I like you," you said, the words barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to. It just happened. And I don't know what to do with it, and I don't know if you'd want someone like me when you could have anyone, but—"

You didn't get to finish.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his palm warm against your skin, and then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, his lips brushed against yours gently, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn't want to, you couldn't imagine wanting anything else in that moment.

Your eyes fluttered closed and everything else faded, there was only him, the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the softness of his lips, the faint scent of him that you'd grown so familiar with over the past weeks.

His thumb traced a gentle path along your jaw, and you felt yourself lean into him, your body moving on its own accord. Your free hand came up to grip the front of his shirt, fisting the fabric, needing something to anchor yourself.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed and his breath warm and uneven against your skin. When he opened them, they were bright, almost dazed, like he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I've wanted to do that for weeks. I just needed to know you felt something too. I didn't want to—"

You pulled him back.

This time you kissed him like you meant it, like you'd been holding it in for weeks and finally had permission to let it out.

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, threading through your hair. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let him. You let yourself be pulled into his warmth, into the circle of his arms, into this moment that felt both terrifying and right.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. His forehead rested against yours again, his eyes still closed, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Okay," he whispered. "Okay. That was—"

"Yeah," you agreed, your voice coming out shaky.

He laughed, bright and surprised, and pulled you into a proper hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat against your ear.

His hand came up to stroke your hair, gentle and soothing.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured into your hair. "You have no idea. Every time you looked at me, every time you laughed, every time you said my name—I just wanted to—"

He broke off, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"You're really something, you know that?" He said. "You're quiet and you keep to yourself and you never told me how you felt, and somehow you're still the most interesting person I've ever met."

You pulled back to look at him, your face warm. "I'm not interesting."

"You're the most interesting person I know," he insisted. "You have a whole universe inside your head, and you let me see little pieces of it. And I just—" He shook his head, smiling. "I love that. I love you."

Your heart stopped.

He seemed to realise what he'd said, his eyes widening slightly, but he didn't take it back. He just looked at you, vulnerable and hopeful.

"I mean it," he said, his voice softer now. "I know it's fast. I know we haven't even been—but I've felt it for a while. I didn't want to say it too soon, but—"

"Keonho."

He stopped.

You reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing his jaw the way you'd wanted to for weeks. "I love you too," you said.

His face broke into the most genuine smile you'd ever seen on him: wide and unguarded and full of so much emotion it made your chest ache.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"Yeah."

He kissed you again, slower this time, pouring everything he couldn't say into it. His lips were warm and soft, his hand gentle on your waist, and you felt like you were floating.

When he pulled back, he was grinning. "So," he said, his voice breathless. "Does this mean I can walk you to the bus stop holding your hand now?"

The days that followed were different. Not in any huge, obvious way—he was still loud, still talkative, still showed up at your locker every morning. But something had shifted between you to the point where there was a new awareness, a new intimacy.

He started holding your hand everywhere: in the hallways, at the library, at the bus stop. He'd lace his fingers through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you'd let him, surprised by how right it felt.

His friends noticed. Seonghyeon had raised an eyebrow the first time he saw you two together. "So this is the quiet girl?" He’d asked, looking you over. "The one you've been obsessed with?"

"I'm not obsessed," Keonho said, his ears turning red. "I just—"

"You literally followed her around for months."

"I didn't follow—"

"You made a spreadsheet of her favourite books."

Keonho groaned. "Seonghyeon, shut up."

You blinked. "You made a spreadsheet?"

"To figure out what you'd like," he mumbled, not meeting your eyes but keeping his hand locked onto yours throughout. "For future gift purposes. It was strategic."

You laughed, bright and surprised, and he looked at you like you'd just handed him the world.

"You're so weird," you said.

"Yeah, but you like me anyway."

You did. You really, really did.

The two years passed in a blur of shared moments.

Winter mornings where he'd show up with two cups of hot chocolate, one for each of you, his nose red from the cold. Spring afternoons where you'd study in the library, his head resting on your shoulder while he pretended to read. Summer evenings where you'd walk home together, the sun setting behind you, his arm slung loosely around your shoulders. Fall days where he'd kick through piles of leaves just to watch you smile.

He was still loud, still talkative, still the boy who knew everyone and was friends with everyone.

But he was yours, and somehow, impossibly, you were his.

Something in Keonho seemed to switch off whenever he was around you.

It was the first thing you'd noticed about him, back when he'd started showing up at the library—how the loud, performative energy that he carried everywhere else would dim the moment he settled into the chair across from you. His shoulders would drop, his voice would soften, and his hands would still. 

You'd never said anything about it. You weren't sure he even noticed himself, but it was there, always, a quiet shift that happened the moment he was in your orbit.

Now, two years later, you were sitting on his parents' couch in his living room, your legs tucked beneath you, a book resting open atop the little space remaining on your lap. Keonho was sprawled across the length of the couch, his head resting in your lap, his eyes closed. His hair was a mess—it always was—and his shirt was rumpled from a long day of doing absolutely nothing.

His parents had gone out for dinner, leaving the two of you alone in the house. It wasn't unusual, you'd spent countless evenings here, the two of you sprawled across this same couch, doing nothing and everything.

His hand was resting on your knee, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the fabric of your jeans. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that always seemed to live in his shoulders completely gone.

"Are you asleep?" You asked quietly.

"Mmm." He didn't open his eyes. "Maybe."

"You can't sleep. You're supposed to be spending time with me."

"I am spending time with you." His lips curved into a lazy smile. "I'm lying on you. That's quality time."

"That's not how quality time works."

"Sure it is." He shifted slightly, nuzzling closer, his hair tickling your bare arm. "I'm touching you, I'm breathing your air, I'm in your presence. This is the most quality time I've had all week."

You shook your head, but you were smiling. "You're such a know it all."

"Yeah, but you love me."

"I do," you said, and the words came easier now than they used to. "Somehow."

He opened one eye, turning to peek up at you. "Somehow?"

"You're very high maintenance."

"I'm not high maintenance." He closed his eye again, nuzzling the side of his face against your thigh. "I'm just... particular."

"You're particular."

"Very particular. About you. I'm particular about you."

Your heart did that thing it always did when he said things like that—that soft flutter that had become so familiar over the past two years.

"You're also very cheesy," you said.

"Cheesy and yours." He grinned, still not opening his eyes. "That's the deal."

You went back to your book, one hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His hand on your knee had stilled, his fingers loosely curled around your leg.

The house was quiet, the only sounds were the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of pages as you turned them. The winter sun was setting outside, casting long shadows across the room, painting everything in shades of gold and amber.

It was peaceful, perfect, and so utterly Keonho and you that you couldn't imagine it any other way.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft, barely above a murmur.

"Hmm?"

"Remember how we met?"

You looked down at him. His eyes were still closed, but his smile had softened into something thoughtful.

"You mean when you tackled me when I was walking home?" You said, raising your eyebrows slightly. "And nearly killed me?"

"I didn't nearly kill you." He opened his eyes, turning and looking up at you with mock offense. "I gently collided with you. Don’t be so dramatic."

"You knocked me over and my books went flying."

"Okay, but I picked them up for you." He grinned. "That was very chivalrous of me."

"You just shoved them in my hands while apologising at a thousand miles an hour."

"I was panicking." He reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "I'd just run into the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. What was I supposed to do? Stay calm?"

You felt your face warm. "You didn't think I was pretty then."

"I did." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought you were pretty the moment I looked up and saw you standing there. I just didn't say it because I was too busy apologising and making a fool of myself."

You blinked. "Really?"

"Really." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "I went home that night and told Seonghyeon I'd met the most beautiful girl in school and I'd nearly murdered her."

You laughed, bright and surprised. "You did not."

"I did." He was grinning now. "He told me I was being dramatic, and I told him he didn't understand. I was very dramatic about it. That's just who I am."

"I know. I've noticed."

"Yeah, but you don't mind." His voice was warm. "That's why you're my favourite person."

Your heart swelled at his words, the feeling of heat creeping up your neck. "You're my favourite person too."

You felt him smile against your leg. "I love you," he said, his voice soft and sure. "I don't say it enough. But I love you."

"You say it plenty."

"I know. But I still don't say it enough." He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love the way you read books and ignore me. I love the way you laugh when I say something stupid. I love the way you let me be quiet around you, even though I'm not good at being quiet."

"You're good at being quiet around me."

"Because you make it easy." His thumb traced your jaw. "You make everything easy. You make me feel like I don't have to perform all the time. Like I can just... be."

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You can just be," you whispered against his skin. "That's the whole point."

He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

You went back to your book, and he went back to tracing patterns on your knee. The sun dipped lower, the room growing dimmer, but neither of you moved to turn on a light, existing in your own, quiet, ecosystem.

Of course, though, Keonho was still Keonho. And that meant he'd still have moments where his usual energy would come roaring back, filling whatever room he was in with noise and chaos. But even those moments—especially those moments—somehow made you love him more.

One Saturday afternoon you were curled up on his couch again, a book in your hands that he had recently gifted you. Keonho was in the kitchen, supposedly making cookies, though you'd been hearing a lot of noises: cabinet doors opening and closing, the clatter of dishes, something that sounded suspiciously like a pan being dropped on the floor.

"Are you okay in there?" You called out, glancing down the hall.

"FINE!" His voice was too loud, too cheerful. "EVERYTHING IS FINE. I AM VERY CAPABLE."

You were about to go back to your book when you heard a crash followed by a rapid string of curses that would've made your grandmother faint.

You sighed, marking your page, and made your way to the kitchen.

Keonho was standing in the middle of what looked like a war zone. Flour dusted the countertops, the floor, his shirt, and somehow even his hair. A bowl was overturned in the sink, and there was something suspiciously charred smoking in a pan on the stove.

He turned to you with a sheepish grin, his face dusted with white powder.

"Hi," he said. "I was making you cookies. It's not going well."

You looked at the chaos around him. "I can see that."

"It's okay. I have a plan." He held up a bag of pre-made cookie dough. "I was going to do it from scratch, but then things happened, so I'm pivoting."

"Things happened."

"Things happened." He gestured vaguely at the mess. "I don't know what things, they just happened."

You bit back a smile. "You set the kitchen on fire."

"It was a small fire! A contained fire! I put it out immediately!" He paused. "Okay, the fire alarm went off, but I handled it."

"How?"

"I waved a towel at it."

You couldn't help it and laughed, bright and surprised, his face lighting up like you'd just given him a gift.

"You're laughing!" He said. "At my pain. You're laughing at my suffering."

"I'm laughing at your baking," you corrected. "Never your pain."

"The baking is the cause of my pain." He grabbed the bag of cookie dough and held it up triumphantly. "But this is my redemption arc. Watch and be amazed."

He tore open the bag with more force than necessary, and a puff of flour exploded in his face, leaving him standing there frozen and blinking.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Don't," he warned. "Don't you dare."

You immediately burst out laughing, bending over slightly to catch yourself.

He groaned, but he was smiling. "This is bullying. This is emotional abuse."

"You're the one who decided to bake."

"I was trying to do something nice!"

"I appreciate the effort." You walked over, brushing a smudge of flour off his cheek with your thumb as your palm cupped his jaw. "But next time, maybe just buy cookies."

"Where's the fun in that?" He leaned into your touch, his eyes soft and shining as they looked into your own. "I wanted to do something special for you."

"Keonho, you're special enough."

He dropped the bag of cookie dough and pulled you into his arms, flour and all. His chin rested on top of your head. "You're too good to me," he murmured.

"You're the one who almost burned down your kitchen."

"I would burn down a thousand kitchens for you." He paused and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his brain. "Wait, that's a terrible thing to say. I mean—"

"I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Mmhm." You pulled back to look at him, his face still covered in flour. "You're ridiculous, but you're my ridiculous."

He grinned, wide and unguarded. "I love you."

"I know." You reached up, wiping a smear of flour from his nose. "I love you too. Even if you can't bake."

"That's offensive. I can bake. I'm an excellent baker in fact. This was just a test run."

"Of what?"

"Of my ability to make cookies." He paused. "I failed, but I'll get there, just give me time. Rome wasn't built in a day."

"Rome didn't have you."

"Exactly. So imagine what I can do."

The sun had fully set by the time you moved to your natural positions on the sofa, the room dark except for the soft glow of the streetlight outside. 

"Hey," you said softly.

"Mm?"

"I'm glad you tackled me on my walk home."

He laughed, quiet and warm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I wouldn't change a thing."

He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, and pulled you down for a proper kiss. You both melted into it, the pure feeling of love swelling so deeply in your chest you couldn’t focus on anything but him. It was soft and slow and full of everything he couldn't say.

When you pulled back, he was smiling.

"Me neither," he said. "Not a single thing."

On paper, you and Keonho made absolutely no sense.

You were polar opposites. A quiet girl who disappeared into the background and a boy who lit up every room he walked into. 

But none of that mattered because somewhere along the way, you'd realised that opposites didn't have to clash. Sometimes, they just fit perfectly and effortlessly.

He was the sun, bright and uncontainable, and you were the moon, steady and still, and you'd learned that the sky was big enough for both. That the most beautiful moments happened when the sun and moon shared the horizon—when the world was painted in shades of gold and silver, light and shadow dancing together in perfect harmony. The sunset wasn't beautiful despite the coexistence of day and night, it was beautiful because of it.

The sun didn't dim for the moon and the moon didn't fade for the sun, they simply existed together, each making the other more breathtaking.

And so did you and Keonho.

[cheeskeik]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ WHO KNOWS?

idol!juhoon x illit!reader ; crack + angst ; exes to lovers au ; swearing ; kys/kms joke ; use of y/n

wc: 502

juhoon and reader were in a relationship way before debuting, but they slowly faded away from eachother thinking the other fell out of love when in reality they were both busy preparing their debuts. unexpectedly, they meet again at a concert of both their favourite singer.

part 1 , part 2

a/n: light mode is y/n's pov and dark mode is juhoon's pov! my first time doing written shi so idk how to feel 😭. lmk if anyone wants a pt 2..

> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! 𖹭

the lights dimmed as the one and only daniel caesar walked onto the stage. screams erupted across the hall, welcoming the singer's presence.

you were in complete awe throughout the whole show. for you, it was hard to believe that you were finally seeing your favourite singer of all time right then and there. everything was going perfectly. it was definitely something you needed after a string of busy days.

when a very familiar intro came on, you felt a wave of excitement wash over you. superpowers. one of your favourite songs from him. you instinctively opened your phone and pressed record.

though, while recording, your mind slowly drifted somewhere else. this was the same exact song you used to sing with juhoon almost every night, you thought. without much thinking, you quietly mouthed the lyrics.

"All God's children, are special

But not like you, no, not like you"

somehow, juhoon never really left your mind. what happened to the both of you was unclear, to say for the least. you simply thought he fell out of love, when in reality, he never claimed anything. you never explained anything either. it's not like you didn't care. it's more like you didn't know if he cared at that moment. you both just felt like it was right to end things off when things got too complicated, for the better.

your feelings were jumbled. the thrill still lingered, now tangled with an ache that you couldn't shake. before your mind went too far on doing a flashback, you brushed it off and focused on what was currently going on.

a notification popped up on the top of your phone. it was a message from moka. you shot her a confused look, while only she gestured to your phone, urging you to read it. you stopped recording and opened her message.

you ignored moka's warning and looked behind you anyway. how bad could it be to ruin this already perfect night?

behind you sat cortis. all of their eyes immediately looked at you, almost like they'd been waiting for you to turn around.

things got worse when your gaze found the one right behind you, kim juhoon. your heart dropped the second both of you locked eyes. his eyes were already on you, as if he'd been focusing on you instead of the singer he admired on stage when this song came on.

he looked different. still the same juhoon, but safe to say he looked more mature. your brain short-circuited. for a moment, the crowd and noise around you seemed to fade away. it had been too long since you'd interacted with him at all. both of you were in the same company, but you've kept avoiding him at all costs in attempt to let him go. instantly, it felt like all your efforts were flushed down the drain.

your chest tightened. there were senses of surprise, longing, confusion, all at once. pathetically, your vision was becoming blurry. realizing you were staring, you quickly looked back to the front towards the stage.

[carisd]

it was always you - MASTERLIST

CORTIS SMAU

non idol!martin! x keonhos older sister! reader!

synopsis: When keonhos older sister returns to Korea after studying abroad, she catches the eye of a certain someone—martin.

0.)PROLOGUE

1.) "bird"

2.)"who's your friend"

3.)"DAYUM"

4.)"yo"

5.)"we familia"

6.)"jobs bro"

7.)"#needthat"

8.)"#yntin"

9.)"you is the freezer"

10.)"guys I fucked up"

11.)"ASAP"

12.)"i see the duo"

13.)EPILOGUE

[itsactuallylina]

#WEINDAT ꩜ AKH

synopsis: keonho sees you in wonhee’s tweet and realizes he #needsthat pairing: keonho x f!reader genre: crack, fluff, romance contains: non idol au, smau, attempts at comedy ss count: 7 ft. illit wonhee a/n: hai guys hope u enjoy this cortis masterlist

@k-records

[aerienchanted]

EARLY BIRD GET'S THE WORM martin edwards x fem!reader

texts with your boyfriend, martin edwards!!

content: fem!reader, smau/texts, humour, wonhee is the readers best friend, reader and keonho & wonhee and martin have beef, you match each others freaks, down bad!martin, a mention of cheating (done by a side character, not martin or reader), ragebaiting ss count: 15 note: first cortis fic in nearly two months...we're so back guys

fomo? click here for more!!

craving something else? read my rules and then request!!

cortis taglist: @rickyshensgirlfriend @j-jinxee @vanilladictator @ireaiiyiikecats perm taglist: @emmaitoshi @madwheelerpilled @kpopluver167 @seonghwaswifeuuuu @mwaeom

divider by @/strangergraphics

[jjudawn]

WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO RUDE?

synopsis: your father absolutely refuses to give martin his blessing for him to marry you, but fails to consider that martin just might marry you anyway.

word count: 3.0k

info+warnings: inspired by Rude, delinquent!martin, fluff, mild angst?, young marriage, sneaking around, climbing through windows, strict father, defiance, kissing

Martin should have known better than to believe that the man who hated his entire existence would suddenly change his mind.

"You must be out of your damn mind if you think I'd let you marry my daughter."

The words still rang in his ears as he walked away from your porch, the door slamming shut between him and your father's scowling face.

He couldn't blame the man, really. Martin knew what kind of person he was: a teenage delinquent that only gets himself into trouble, and would likely drag you straight into it sooner or later.

He himself still couldn't quite understand what about him had actually managed to win you over initially. You were everything he was not: a rule follower, an academic, someone with a much more promising future than the one Martin possessed. So how you found him to be anything other than a walking red flag was a mystery that kept him up at night.

He remembered the first time you'd spoken to him behind the gym in your second year of high school, his knuckles were bloody and his temper was still running hot. You'd appeared out of nowhere, holding out a crumpled napkin from the cafeteria.

"You're bleeding," you'd said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Not your problem," he'd muttered, trying to brush past you.

But you'd grabbed his wrist before he could fully turn the corner and pressed the napkin into his palm. "Just clean it up," you'd said. "You'll get blood on your shirt."

You then walked away, leaving him standing there with a bloody napkin and a strange feeling in his chest that he'd never quite managed to shake.

Martin had tried to push you away at first. He knew what people said about him: the troublemaker, the burnout, the kid who'd end up in juvie before graduation. He'd heard your father's warnings from across the street, loud enough to carry, "Stay away from that boy, Y/N. He's nothing but trouble."

Despite all of that you kept appearing.

You showed up at the diner where he worked, sitting in his section and ordering coffee you barely touched, just so you could talk to him during his break. You showed up at the auto shop, claiming your car needed an oil change, even though it was perfectly fine. You showed up at his apartment after he got suspended the second time, bringing takeout and a stubborn expression that said you wouldn’t leave under any circumstance.

"Why?" He’d finally asked you, exhausted and confused. "Why do you keep doing this? You know what I am. You've heard what everyone says."

You'd looked at him then, really looked, and said, "I see something they don't."

"What?"

"Someone who's trying."

And that was it. That was the moment Martin knew he was a goner.

It hadn't taken long for your father to work out that you had ignored all his prior warnings, though truly he should have realised it sooner.

You had been staying out much later than before, coming home with an almost lovesick grin. Your father knew you were in love—that wasn't hard to tell. Just in his own mind, the thought of you falling in love with the one boy he had forbidden you from even talking to was a concept so foreign, so utterly incomprehensible, that he simply refused to entertain it.

But the signs were all there. You'd rush through dinner just to get to your room and stare at your phone, waiting for a message whilst also deflecting his questions about your day with vague answers and quick subject changes.

It was only when your father found the crumpled napkin in your laundry with Martin's name scrawled on it in your handwriting, surrounded by tiny hearts, that the truth finally crashed down on him.

He'd confronted you that night, voice shaking with barely contained fury.

"Are you seeing that Martin boy?"

You'd looked at him, and for a moment, he only saw defiance in your gaze. "Yes," you'd said quietly. "I am."

The argument that followed was the worst you'd ever had. Your father had shouted until his voice went hoarse, listing every reason why Martin was wrong for you: his record, his reputation, his lack of prospects. You'd shouted back, defending him with a passion that only made your father angrier.

"He's not who you think he is, Dad. He's trying so hard. He's working two jobs, he's studying for school as best he can, he's—"

"He's a delinquent, Y/N. He's always been a delinquent, and he always will be. I won't let you throw your life away for someone like him."

"He's not a delinquent. He's just... he's just someone who never had anyone believe in him. Until me."

Your father had gone silent at that. Not because he agreed, but because he realised something crucial: you were in too deep. No amount of arguing would change your mind.

So he'd done the only thing he could think of. He'd banned you from seeing Martin, forbade you from leaving the house except for school and work, and took your phone, your laptop, everything that connected you to the outside world.

For a few weeks, it seemed to work. You and Martin had never shared a class at school, so he didn’t need to worry about that. Additionally, with so much surveillance surrounding you, you had practically given up even thinking of trying to find a way around it.

That was until one night a few weeks later when you were laying under the covers of your bed, staring at the ceiling with not a thought on your mind when the sound of something knocking on your window echoed through the room.

You sat up, heart pounding, and stared at the window. The blinds were drawn, but through the slats, you could make out a familiar silhouette you knew all too well crouched on the fire escape.

You scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the blanket tangled around your ankles, and yanked the blinds open. There he was—grinning like an idiot, dirt smudged on his cheek, a small bag of takeout dangling from one hand. He was wearing that worn leather jacket you loved with the torn sleeve he refused to sew back together.

"Hey, princess," he whispered through the glass. "You miss me?"

You fumbled with the lock, pushing the window open as quietly as you could. Cold night air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain and city streets.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed. "My dad could hear you!"

"Your dad's probably knocked out asleep right now." He climbed through the window with practiced ease, landing silently on your bedroom floor. 

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his jacket. "I thought I'd never see you again," you whispered, your voice cracking.

"Hey." He pulled back, cupping your face in his hands. "I told you. Nothing's keeping me away from you. Not your dad, not the cops, not anyone."

"Martin—"

"Three weeks, Y/N. I spent three weeks without you and I was going insane." He pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to something raw and vulnerable. "I thought about calling your house, but I knew your dad would just make it worse. I had to wait until I could figure out a way to see you."

"You figured out the fire escape."

"I figured out the fire escape." He grinned, but there was something softer underneath it. "Took me two days to find the right route. Nearly fell off the third-floor landing, but hey—" He shrugged. "Worth it."

You laughed, a wet, shaky sound. "You're insane."

"Only for you." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then pulled back to hold up the takeout bag. "I brought food. Your favourite dumpling place with the spicy sauce you like. Figured you probably haven't been eating much."

You hadn't. The past three weeks had been a blur of forced dinners and silent meals, your father's disapproving gaze boring into you from across the table. You'd lost weight, and Martin had noticed it the moment he climbed through your window. 

"You're too good to me," you said.

"Not possible." He set the bag on your desk and pulled you over to sit on the bed. "Now eat. I'll keep watch."

You sat together in the darkness, sharing dumplings and whispered conversations. 

"One day," he said, "I'm going to have a real place with a good job and be something your dad can't complain about."

"I don't care about any of that."

"I know." He smiled, but there was something serious in his eyes. "That's why I want to give it to you anyway. You deserve the world, Y/N. I'm going to figure out how to give it to you."

"I just want you," you said softly.

"Good." He leaned in, his lips brushing yours. "Because you've got me. For as long as you want me."

It was reckless and dangerous and every time you heard a floorboard creak, your heart stopped. But as you sat there in the dark, wrapped in Martin's arms, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Your father never caught the two of you, and gradually he granted you back your privileges, though that also stemmed from your absolute refusal to even look at him until he did so.

A part of you secretly knew that your father had probably worked out you were still seeing Martin. He wasn't stupid—he'd raised you, after all. He knew the stubborn set of your jaw, the defiant glint in your eyes when you were hiding something. He'd seen the way you'd started leaving your window unlocked again, the way you'd come downstairs with pillow creases on your cheek and a sleepy smile that had nothing to do with a good night's rest.

But he never said anything and you remained in this strange stalemate situation for the following couple of years.

It was an unspoken agreement, really. Your father pretended not to notice the faint smell of motor oil that sometimes clung to your clothes in the morning. He pretended not to hear the soft thud of footsteps on the fire escape at midnight. He pretended not to see the way your eyes lit up whenever your phone buzzed. And you, in turn, pretended not to notice the way your father started leaving the back door unlocked, or the way he'd conveniently be in the living room with the TV turned up too loud whenever Martin was climbing the fire escape.

It was a strange kind of peace. Fragile, particularly tenuous. But it was peace nonetheless.

Then, finally, graduation day arrived.

You walked across the stage in your cap and gown, your father watching from the front row with a carefully neutral expression. Martin was a few students behind you, wearing his best clothes underneath the gown that you had bought for his birthday, his grin so wide it looked like it might split his face.

After the ceremony, you found him in the parking lot, still in your gown, your diploma clutched in your hands.

"We did it," you said, laughing. "We actually did it."

"We did." He pulled you into his arms, spinning you around. "High school graduates. Can you believe it?"

"I can't believe you didn't drop out."

"Me neither." He set you down, his hands still on your waist. "But I had a good reason to stay."

"And what was that?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "You."

You and Martin had separated before your father emerged between the cars with the promise of seeing each other tomorrow, however you failed to fully notice the strange glint in Martin’s eyes as he parted with you

The next morning, Martin showed up at your door, his hands shaking as he knocked.

You answered, still in your pajamas, your hair a mess. "Martin? What are you—"

"I'm here to ask your father for permission to marry you."

You stared at him for a few seconds. "Now? At eight in the morning?"

"Time's ticking." He tried to smile, but it came out nervous. "I've waited long enough. Three years. I'm not waiting anymore."

Your father appeared behind you, coffee mug in hand. He looked at Martin, then at the suit, then at the determined set of Martin's jaw.

"Y/N, go to your room," he said, his voice flat as you gave Martin a wary look before retreating, "you again."

"Yes, sir." Martin straightened his spine, watching you disappear into the background. "I'm here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage."

Your father set down his coffee mug, and for a long moment he just looked at Martin. "You must be out of your damn mind," he said slowly, "if you think I'd let you marry my daughter."

"Sir, I know I'm not what you wanted for her. I know I've made mistakes. I know I don't have much—"

"You've barely got a diploma, an unsecure job at an auto shop, and a reputation that makes me want to lock my daughter in her room until she's thirty-five."

"I know, sir. But I love her. I've loved her since I was fifteen, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life taking care of her."

"You think that's enough?" Your father's voice was rising. "You think love is enough? You have no future, no prospects, no—"

"I'm going to marry her anyway."

Your father stopped mid-sentence. "What?"

"I said I'm going to marry her anyway." Martin lifted his chin, his voice steady. "With or without your blessing. With or without your approval. I love her, and she loves me, and we're getting married. I'm just sorry you won't be there to see it."

"Get out." Your father's voice was ice. "Get out of my house before I call the cops."

Martin nodded slowly. He'd expected this. He'd prepared for this. It still stung. He turned and walked down the steps, the door slamming behind him.

Five hours later, Martin stood in front of you at the courthouse, him having snuck you out of your room through the very window he had spent years crawling through.

You'd changed into a simple white dress that you had worn a few times in the summer. Martin was in his navy suit from the graduation, his eyes bright with unshed tears.

"Dearly beloved," the officiant droned, "we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony..."

Martin barely heard the words. He was too busy memorising the way you were looking at him like he was the only person in the world.

"Martin," you whispered, "you're crying."

"Am not."

"You totally are."

"It's allergies."

"You're such a liar."

He laughed, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Fine, maybe I'm a little emotional. You're marrying me, Y/N. Me. The guy who couldn't even pass English without your help."

"I think you're pretty great," you said softly. "I always have."

The officiant cleared his throat. "The rings?"

Martin fumbled in his pocket, pulling out the simple silver bands he'd saved up for. He slid one onto your finger—it was a little too big, but you didn't seem to care, you just stared at it like it was the most expensive piece of jewelry in the world.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Martin’s lips were on yours before you could fully process the words.

He kissed you like he was drowning and you were air. He was savouring the reality of this, you in his arms finally calling yourself his. Gradually it deepened, the years of longing and wanting pouring into every second your mouth remained on his.

When he pulled back, you were both breathless and grinning like idiots.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice rough and cracking. "I know I don't say it enough, but I do. I love you more than anything. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. "I love you too. Even though you're insane."

A wet laugh escaped him, his shoulders shaking. "Especially because I'm insane?"

"Especially then." You smiled, soft and radiant. 

He kissed you again, softer this time, because he felt he had all the time in the world, and, really, he did. Nothing else mattered to him except the way your lips moved against his, the way your fingers tangled in his hair, the way your heartbeat matched his own.

When he finally pulled back, he was grinning like an idiot, tears still tracking down his cheeks. "Mrs. Edwards," he said, testing the words. "That has a nice ring to it."

You laughed, bright and beautiful. "Mr. L/N. That would have an even nicer ring to it."

"Hey." He poked your side. "I proposed first, that means you take my name."

"Fine." You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. "But only because I love you."

"That's the only reason I need."

The courthouse was small and dingy, the officiant was already shuffling papers, clearly eager to leave, the neon sign outside flickered and buzzed. It wasn't the wedding either of you had dreamed of. There were no flowers, no guests, no white dress with a long train.

But it was yours.

And as Martin pulled you into his arms, his lips pressed against your temple, he knew he'd never regret a single moment of it. "I'm going to give you everything," he whispered against your skin. "I don't have much now, but I will. A home, a future, a life you can be proud of. I promise."

"I already have everything I need," you whispered back. "I have you."

He pulled back, just enough to look at you. His eyes were red-rimmed, his smile shaky, his heart laid bare on his sleeve. "You really mean that?"

"Every word."

He kissed you one last time: deep, slow, full of all the promises he'd spend the rest of his life keeping.

Your father was going to be absolutely livid when he found out, though Martin didn't care.

He'd married you anyway.

[flwrhui]

UNDIVIDED ATTENTION james x f!rdr ft. lil bro!keonho

syn. you have a crush on your little brother's friend but for some reason, keonho is oddly possessive over him

part two

NOTE : pt 2 out now!!

cortis taglist . @taelvvrzz @en-dream @anniyahhh

©️ flwrhui 2026

[hyuneskkami]

:ঌ HOME;RUN ⭑ A.KN ㅗ ໒:

📬 ❤︎ swimmer!keonho 𝔁 track athlete!gf!reader ─── ৻ꪆ clinking together your matching gold medals after a comp.

❤︎ warnings+tags ─── ৻ꪆ one kiss (1) · fluff

💌 ❤︎ notes ─── ৻ꪆ unrelated but deadass idk how people run anything >100m 💀 i always stuck to 100m and 100x4 relays thank god ☺️ · uhhhh i love athlete aus for james, keonho, sunghoon, etc for a reason; you can tellllll 🩷 · this one’s for nana @bananagirl222 ily ig wtv baby, here u go, as promised <3

❤︎ wc ─── ৻ꪆ 1.5k

𝄞 𓏸 my cortispilledmasterlist »﹙合﹚

❝ tracklist ❞  ─── home;run—svt ❦ tamed-dashed—enha ❦ ditto—njz ❦ my pace—skz ❦ fighting—bss (svt) ❦ also unrelated, but these are all my fav songs that were on repeat when i used to practice (+ lots of skz’s 5star and rockstar songs) ⭐️

the scoreboard flickered. for one agonizing second, nobody in the aquatic centre seemed to breathe. then, the screen buzzed with the final rankings. 

1. KEONHO AHN — 21.42s

a new meet record.

the stands exploded into a wall of sound, but your scream somehow cut straight through the noise. 

“keonho, let’s go!”

every swimmer in the pool was still hanging onto the lane ropes, chests heaving as they gasped for air, but keonho’s head snapped toward the sound immediately—toward you. because it was always you. you always stood in the exact same spot during his races—right beside the metal barrier nearest his lane, ensuring he’d see you the absolute second he surfaced.

the moment his eyes found yours, your hands flew over your mouth, your feet practically bouncing off the concrete.

“oh my god, you won! you actually won!”

his exhausted expression broke into the widest, most uncharacteristic grin you’d ever seen on him. then he hauled himself out of the pool and immediately started running.

officials were yelling things after him, his teammates trailing behind to offer hurried congratulations, but he ignored every single one of them, because you were already leaning over the barrier, waiting.

“keon—”

he reached you in seconds. the steel barrier cut between you, a cold piece of infrastructure, but apparently neither of you cared. his damp arms wrapped tightly around your waist as yours flew around his broad shoulders. a breathless laugh tore from both of you because he was absolutely soaking wet.

“you won!”

“i won!”

“you came first!”

“i know!”

water dripped from his dark hair onto your shoulders, his wet palms pressing against the back of your shirt until the fabric was completely drenched, transferring the chill of the pool straight to your skin. neither of you let go.

“you did it,” you murmured against his neck.

his smile softened, the manic energy settling into something quiet. “i did.” then he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “but i heard you before i even saw the rankings.”

your face immediately heated. “shut up.”

“no.”

“you’re embarrassing.”

“you screamed like i saved the country,” he teased, a low rumble in his chest.

“because you won!”

his laugh echoed around the pool deck, a bright, resonant sound, and somehow that made your heart race faster than the actual clock had.

an hour later, he stood at the top of the podium—gold medal; national anthem; official photos. everything he’d spent his entire youth working for.

the heavy medal settled around his neck.

flash! another photo. 

flash! another. 

the organisers began guiding the winners away, treating them like prized cattle, and then keonho did something nobody expected—he jumped off the podium; he literally cleared the steps in one fluid motion.

“keonho-ssi!” an official sounded thoroughly horrified.

he was already jogging toward you. you blinked, holding your breath. “wait—”

before you could finish the thought, he slipped his gold medal over your head. the heavy ribbon settled against your stiff competition jacket.

your mouth fell open. “keonho—”

“you keep it.”

“what? no.”

“you earned it too.”

“i did not swim fifty meters, baby.”

“no,” he said softly, his voice dropping below the ambient noise of the stadium. “you just spent every single morning waking up at five in the morning to cheer me on when all i wanted to do was quit.”

your eyes stung immediately. “that’s different.”

“not to me.”

then he cupped your face—his palms finally warm, smelling faintly of chlorine—and kissed you sweetly, gently. the kind of kiss that made the entire world blur at the edges for a second.

the crowd absolutely lost their minds, but you didn’t even notice.

 ☆

a few hours later, it was your turn. the track stadium buzzed with a completely different kind of energy. you had your competition uniform on, and spikes tied tightly. your hair was secured away from your face.

meanwhile, keonho had finally changed into dry clothes, thank goodness, because you’d threatened to throw him back into the pool if he kept wandering around the stadium in wet swim briefs.

now he sat on the bench beside the track while you went through your warm-up stretches.

his medal still hung around your neck. your fingers absentmindedly traced the ridged edge of the gold.

“you nervous?” he asked, watching your ankles.

“a little.”

“you’re going to win.”

“that’s not how sport works, keonho.”

“it is when it’s you.”

“there are seven other girls in my heat.”

“doesn’t change anything.”

you rolled your eyes, switching legs. “terrible logic.”

“yet somehow always correct.”

you laughed, the tension leaving your shoulders. then the race marshal called your heat, and suddenly the domesticity vanished. everything became serious. you gently pulled his medal away from your neck and returned it to him before running to the start line. 

heat one: qualified.

heat two: qualified.

semi-final: qualified.

final: lane four—your favorite lane.

the stadium seemed ten times louder than it had all afternoon. you bounced on your toes, shaking out the nerves by force, and took your position in the blocks.

the gun fired, and you ran. nothing but wind, noise, the rhythmic thud of your own breathing, and the white line of the finish.

when you did cross the finish line, your eyes fell on the scoreboard.

1. YN — 11.11s

gold medal—you’d done it. the crowd erupted into a deafening roar. your hands flew to your face, your knees nearly giving out. “oh my god.”

officials immediately surrounded you like a wall of high-vis jackets. photos, interviews, directions, congratulations—everything happened too fast, a blur of flashing lights and handshakes.

but all you could think through the noise was that you really wanted to find keonho.

you wanted to run to him the way he’d run to you, but more people rushed you toward the podium before you could even locate him in the sea of faces. you barely had time to process the weight of the gold settling around your neck. you smiled for the cameras, waved mechanically, tried to focus.

“that’s my girl!”

your head whipped around. the voice was unmistakable—keonho’s. he was standing halfway up the bleachers, cupping his hands around his mouth, screaming as loud as possible. “let’s go, yn!” the people around him were staring and laughing, but he didn’t care even a little bit. “you’re the coolest runner ever!”

“keonho!” you yelled back, your face splitting in two. “i told you i’d win!” you started laughing so hard you nearly missed the cue for the final official photograph.

the second the ceremony ended, you were gone. the moment the handlers released your arm, you took off, still wearing your medal, still in your spikes, running faster down the field than you had during the actual final.

“yn!—” keonho barely had time to brace himself before you launched yourself at him. the collision sent both of you tumbling backward, limbs tangled, straight onto the infield grass.

“oh my god!—”

“you idiot!” you gasped, your face buried in his clean shirt.

“you won!”

“so did you!”

both of you were laughing too hard to breathe, arms wrapped around each other, making absolutely no effort to stand up. then you pulled your medal off and dropped it over his head. “there.”

he blinked down at it, then smiled. “you’re copying me.”

“maybe.”

he reached into his pocket, his fingers fumbling with something fabric. you frowned, propping yourself up on an elbow. “what are you doing?”

then he pulled out his own gold medal—the swimming one, still neatly rolled up in its lanyard.

“keonho—”

he slipped it over your head again. now, his swimming gold hung around your neck, and your athletics gold around his, the heavy metal clinking against your collarbones in tune. your heart felt suspiciously close to exploding.

“matching,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“matching.”

you both sat up in the grass, holding each other’s medals, grinning like complete idiots. then, simultaneously, you lifted them. the gold discs bumped together with a soft, metallic clink. neither of you stopped smiling.

somewhere nearby a click! sounded. 

you both turned to see martin—your close friend, who had somehow been accepted as a temp to shoot footage for the day—standing several meters away, his heavy media camera raised, looking absolutely delighted with himself.

“oh, that’s the cover photo,” martin murmured, adjusting his lens.

“martin!” you groaned, though you didn’t move away from keonho’s side.

“front page. no question.”

keonho just laughed, pulling you a little closer against his shoulder. martin checked the digital image on his small screen, then let out a soft whistle because the picture was perfect—two exhausted athletes, grass-stained uniforms, arms wrapped around each other, gold medals hanging from both necks, clinking together right in the middle, and smiles so bright they looked almost ridiculous—the kind of photo that would end up framed on a dusty mantelpiece years later. 

the kind that people would point at and say, ‘yeah. those two were always each other’s biggest win.’

© hyuneskkami ❦

[fshionalien]

OKAY, ME TIME NOW! eom seonghyeon

📄. Having a good amount of studies to catch up on wasn’t the easiest. But the aftermath wasn’t so bad, despite having a boyfriend who clings to your side!

.CONTAINS: clingy bf seonghyeon x reader fluff established relationship skinship small blurb ─── wc: 1434 | REQUEST

LYNN TALKING♫. my writing has become a bit buns so I apologize but I hope the anon enjoys!! :3 (don’t mind any grammar or spelling errors, I didn’t proof read • ᴖ • )

One thing you despised about school were the exams. Well, actually there were a couple of reasons you disliked the place, but exams were most definitely a higher ranked reason— for you that was.

Although you disliked it, that didn’t mean you could slack off. So whenever you knew there was one coming up, studying became a number one priority.

Which is why instead of being out and about with friends or just hanging out with your boyfriend somewhere fun. You found yourself struggling with writing notes.

Meanwhile, your loving boyfriend who said he’d keep you company, when in reality he just wanted to be near you, was cuddled up in your bed watching tv.

Normally he would be glued to your side, finding himself clinging to you almost all the time when he could.

Yet he knew the importance of you making sure that your grades and scores were at least decent enough to feel satisfied.

So with that, he told you simply, “I’ll wait for you to finish, after that it’s us time.”

In the beginning you thought it would be a piece of cake, no worries at all.

Only to be proven very wrong when it came down to doing the actual work. But that didn’t stop you, you knew that it was important that you studied beforehand.

Mostly because all the time that you didn’t, the grade really reflected so, and that’s not something you wanted.

Therefore, studying was your number buddy during exam week.

And throughout that entire week, Seonghyeon was there. Sometimes he’d even help you by quizzing you on certain things, saying that it'll help you more. And he was right, it did.

But for him that wasn't the only reason, in reality he knew you’d finish up faster when he’d help, meaning more time for him and you!

Sadly for him, today wasn't one of those days. It would be just you who was working while he laid back, sulking quietly in your bed as he tried to watch the tv but yet would always find his eyes wandering to you.

Seonghyeon tries his best not to be a bother, he really does. Especially because he knows how important scores and grades are, but he just couldn't help but want to be a bother.

Wanting the attention you once gave him before putting it all on this load of work that could give one a headache for looking at it too long.

Which you caught on to him pretty early with this, it wasn't hard not to see. Not when he would let out sighs loud enough to hear, muttering a low, “It’s been hours” randomly throughout the study sessions.

Which he was doing right now as he laid beneath your covers that were up to his chin. Acting as if he was trying to find another thing to watch to keep him busy with the remote in his hand. But he didn’t talk, rather just letting out a dramatic sigh.

And for you, who had been studying the subject for about an hour or more give or take. Starting to feel the tiredness taking over as your eyes started to mess with you, causing you to look back at everything twice.

You knew it was probably time to take a break, just to call it a day, after all it wasn’t like the exam was tomorrow.

But you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop there, not when you were so close to finishing your notes that it felt like they were taking an eternity to just get done.

So you didn’t stop.

you pushed through and continued to write everything down till you felt the ache in your hand.

Luckily for not only you, but for seonhyeon as well, it took about twenty minutes more before you were finally finished.

Finally putting the pencil down, you’re quick to stand on your feet, giving a small stretch as you walk your way to your bed.

Turning your attention now to the bed, you were only to be greeted with a missing seonghyeon. “When did he even get up?” You thought to yourself as you slithered under the covers. Right where Seonghyeon had laid.

Not a sound was heard from him getting up at all when you were working. Or maybe you were just too focused to even notice and realize it.

Figuring he went to the bathroom, you waited for him to return. Picking up the remote to find something else to watch as you waited for Seonghyeon to return.

Not even a minute later, he walks in the room,

a smile appears on his face as he sees you in the bed and not seated at your desk.

“You finished?”

Giving a nod, “Yes, finally. I swear my brain is fried now.”

And rather than taking the spot next to you, Seonghyeon believed it would be better if he’d just lay on you.

Without hesitation, you open your arms for him to lay on you, something he always did when he wanted more attention than normal.

Which felt like almost everyday but you didn’t mind it, not when it came to him.

Immediately he melted into your touch as your hands made their way to his head, running your fingers through the strands of his hair. The scratching against his scalp makes him sigh in relief and comfort. “So, how was your day?”

He rest his chin on your chest, looking up at your face directly into your eyes, “Besides my girlfriend ignoring me for over an hour, it was pretty good.”

You roll your eyes jokingly, “Ignoring? Yeah okay,”

“But I know a way you can make up for it.”

“And what is the way exactly?” You ask, giving him a suspicious look.

He grins, “By giving me a kiss.”

You can’t help but let out a light laugh, knowing that this would only lead to one of his little schemes of getting more than one kiss like always. But you didn’t shut it down, how could you?

Leaning forward, you place a kiss on his lips. One that didn’t seem enough for him.

“I think I need one more.”

“Oh god.”

Nonetheless, you gave into his antics, placing a kiss not only on his lips but on his face as well. Whether it be his cheek, forehead, nose.

There was at least one kiss laid in each different place. In response, you got small giggles out of him as he tried to act as if the kisses didn't tickle on certain spots.

Pulling away to see his reaction, you were only to be met with a giddy looking Seonghyeon— eyes glistening with nothing but happiness and admiration as he looked at you.

Playfully, you push his head back slightly , “Stop staring into my soul.”

Yet even when you did so he didn’t budge.

“No.”

“Why no?”

“Because you're too beautiful to look away from.”

Feeling the familiar warmth flood your face, your eyes avert away from his, pretending to go back and focus back on whatever was playing now.

“You're so cheesy.”

“But you like it.” He chimed.

Knowing the truth, all you could reply with was, “Oh shush.”

After the small lighthearted banter between the both of you, Seonghyeon ends up laying his head back down on your chest. Unknowingly, your hand travels back up into his hair. Gently brushing through it once more like you did before.

At some point though, your hand goes still. Figuring that maybe he’s fallen asleep due to him going still and quiet. Soft breathes were the only thing that could be heard from him if you listened closely.

Yet once the movement of your hand stopped, he was quick to voice his complaints. “Why’d you stop?”

A bit taken back by the sudden question, thinking he was completely out like a light. You respond a bit confused, “Were you not just asleep?”

“Well yeah but you stopped,”

You snicker as your hand goes back to doing the same movement as before,"didn’t know such a small thing would wake you up.”

“it’s what hypnotizes me to fall asleep,” he answered, sounding as if he was still half asleep.

Smiling to yourself, giving a nod, “okay, I won’t stop till I know you're fully asleep.”

It’s quiet for a second, until he chirps up once again, “what about even after that?”

“Hyeon, go to bed.”

“Right, right! Goodnight,”

Now although our boyfriend acted as if he was glued to your side, invading any little space you had— you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

©fshionalien.

[cortismoon]

Oakberry’s cupid.

SYPNOSIS : in which…as soon as seonghyeon sees how complicated your acai order is, he immediately falls in love.

NON!IDOL SOCIAL MEDIA AU

a/n: back to my old roots🤞i missed smaus

01 | 02

taglist: @gentlemonstersworld @lminxx @justsofisdiary @beakjiwooo @anglheartz @forestsquirrel @pxronbeat1 @ri-eveowe @futuristicxie @seonghwaswifeuuuu @coerareyou @inadazeee

[cortismoon]

IDIOTS IN LOVE

SYPNOSIS ahn keonho has been chasing after you for years. just as he’s about to give up, his prayers are answered by none other than professor dumbledore himself when he’s informed that he’s been chosen as head boy—and that you’re the new head girl.

CORTIS X HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS ERA)

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS james potter!keonho x lily evans!reader, remus lupin! james, mutual pining, fluff and angst (?), animagus shenanigans, everyone knows except y/n

NOTE keonho is LITERALLY james potter guys i swear they’re the same person in different fonts…yes, i am the biggest harry potter nerd, yes ive read the books a thousand times, yes ive watched the movies a thousand times, YES my harry potter story on wattpad has 80+ parts and YES, it has 600k+ reads

keonho lay sprawled across his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above him as though it had personally wronged him, while seonghyeon sat nearby looking increasingly exhausted by the dramatic rant he had been forced to endure for what felt like the hundredth time.

 the room was quiet except for keonho’s endless complaining, and eventually he let out a long groan before throwing an arm over his eyes. “no, i’m done, sean. no more y/n this year. she’s clearly not into me, so there’s no point in chasing after her if all she’s ever going to do is insult me.” his voice was full of frustration, though there was something miserable about the way he said it.

seonghyeon rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they did not get stuck. after listening to the exact same speech every summer since they were eleven years old, he had long since lost the ability to take it seriously. “keonho, we’ve had this exact conversation six years in a row. seven, now. you love the girl. just admit you’ll never get over her.” he said it casually, as though stating a simple fact, which only made keonho react even more dramatically.

“no, i don’t! i don’t love her!” keonho shouted immediately, bolting upright so fast he nearly fell off the bed. his face turned bright red as he pointed accusingly at seonghyeon, who looked entirely unimpressed by the outburst. keonho let out another frustrated groan before burying his face into his pillow and screaming into it, while seonghyeon watched him with the expression of someone witnessing a particularly embarrassing public spectacle.

“alright, mate, no need to get defensive.” seonghyeon replied dryly, and that only made keonho even more offended. he was already preparing another argument, which would most likely consist of more shouting than actual words, when seonghyeon suddenly noticed movement outside the dormitory window. perched patiently on the ledge was a school owl carrying several letters, and without hesitation seonghyeon stood up, shoved keonho aside before he could continue yelling, and opened the window to let the bird inside.

the owl flew in gracefully and dropped its letters onto the nearest bed before immediately taking off again. both boys grabbed their envelopes, eager to see their seventh year information, and keonho lazily flopped back onto his mattress while holding the letter above his face. for a moment everything seemed completely normal, right up until something heavy suddenly slipped from the envelope and came crashing directly onto his nose.

a loud curse escaped him as he immediately dropped the letter and clutched his face in pain. “bloody hell!” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut while seonghyeon leaned over to investigate. whatever had fallen looked metallic, and after picking it up from the blanket beside keonho, seonghyeon glanced down at it curiously. the second he read the words engraved across the front, his eyes widened so much they looked ready to fall out of his head.

“what? what is it?!” keonho demanded, sitting upright immediately as panic flashed across his face. seonghyeon looked between the badge and his best friend before letting out a scream loud enough to wake the entire street. “you’re head boy?!” he yelled.

“what?!” keonho practically shrieked as he snatched the badge from seonghyeon’s hands. his eyes dropped to the polished burgundy pin trimmed in gold, and right there in bold lettering were the words head boy. for several seconds he simply stared at it in complete disbelief before the realization finally hit him. the next thing seonghyeon knew, keonho was bouncing wildly on top of his bed while screaming at the top of his lungs, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling as he celebrated.

seonghyeon was laughing too hard to stop him, but then he happened to glance down at the rest of the letter. curious, he quickly unfolded it and began reading the details included beneath the appointment notice. his amusement vanished instantly as his eyes landed on one particular name, and he froze so abruptly that keonho finally stopped jumping.

“keonho!” seonghyeon shouted.

still standing on the mattress, keonho looked down at him excitedly. “what?”

seonghyeon slowly lowered the letter, his grin growing wider with every passing second. “you’ll never guess who the head girl is.”

for a moment keonho simply stared at him, and then a familiar expression began creeping across his face. it started as a tiny smile before quickly growing into something far more dangerous. “is it…” he asked, barely able to contain himself.

seonghyeon remained silent for a few agonizing seconds purely for dramatic effect before finally throwing the letter into the air and screaming. “it’s y/n!”

the reaction was immediate. both boys exploded into identical screams loud enough to shake the room, and within seconds they were jumping across the bed together like a pair of overexcited first years who had consumed far too much sugar. neither of them could stop laughing as they bounced around the room, celebrating as though they had personally won the quidditch world cup.

“i’m getting the girl!” keonho screamed, pointing triumphantly at himself.

“you’re getting the girl!” seonghyeon screamed right back, matching his energy perfectly as they continued jumping around like complete idiots. 

you sat inside one of the hogwarts express compartments with your arms crossed tightly over your chest while wonhee and yoonchae emptied an alarming amount of sweets between the two of them. wrappers were already beginning to pile up, yet neither girl showed any signs of slowing down as they happily passed candies back and forth while discussing absolutely nothing important.

a chocolate frog suddenly leapt from yoonchae’s fingers before she could eat it, landing directly on your lap with a soft thump. before it could escape again, you grabbed it without hesitation and tossed it into your mouth. your bad mood had been following you all morning, and unfortunately for everyone around you, it showed very clearly on your face.

“y/n, come on. keonho is really not that bad.” yoonchae said as she unwrapped another sweet, while wonhee nodded immediately beside her. “yeah, and me and him are actually really good friends. don’t kill me for saying this, but i think you and him would make a pretty cute couple. your personalities kind of compliment each other.”

you were just about to tell wonhee exactly how ridiculous that statement was when the compartment door suddenly flew open with enough force to slam against the wall. “that they do! hello, ladies!” keonho announced proudly as though he had been waiting outside specifically to hear that conversation. before you could object, he dropped into the empty seat beside you and flashed an annoyingly confident grin.

your expression immediately darkened. seonghyeon entered right behind him and made himself comfortable between wonhee and yoonchae, looking entirely pleased with the situation, while juhoon, james, and martin poked their heads through the doorway moments later. “hey! how was your summer?” martin asked cheerfully as he looked around the compartment, earning greetings from all three girls.

you actually liked most of keonho’s friends, which was probably the most frustrating part about the entire situation. james was quiet, kind, and usually impossible to find without a book somewhere nearby, while his love for chocolate rivaled even yoonchae’s sweet tooth. despite the scars scattered across his face, he always carried himself with a calm gentleness that made people naturally trust him. 

juhoon was much quieter and far more reserved than the others, but he was incredibly intelligent, and you had always enjoyed talking to him whenever you got the chance.

martin was probably the closest thing the group had to a reasonable version of seonghyeon and keonho combined. he loved pranks, caused trouble almost daily, and was loud enough to rival both of them, but unlike the other two, he actually understood boundaries and knew when a joke had gone too far. beneath all the chaos, he was genuinely thoughtful, which was exactly why most people liked him.

while everyone else settled into conversation and began catching up after the summer holiday, you focused your attention firmly on the passing scenery outside the train window. unfortunately, that became difficult when you noticed keonho sitting far too close for comfort. every time you glanced toward the glass, you could feel his eyes fixed on the side of your face, and when you risked a quick look in his direction, you found him smiling at you like an idiot.

“keonho…” james called from the doorway after a while, his tone carrying the familiar patience of someone who had spent years dealing with him.

keonho completely ignored him. his eyes remained fixed on you while his grin somehow managed to grow wider, and across from him yoonchae had to cover her mouth to hide her laughter. eventually juhoon stepped forward and sighed. “we have the prefect meeting.” he reminded him.

you immediately stood up before anyone could say another word. the chance to escape was far too good to pass up, and you quickly reached for the stack of folders you had prepared for all twenty four prefects. behind you, james let out a disappointed sigh as though he had already predicted exactly what would happen next.

“how the hell did keonho manage to become head boy? don’t you need to be a prefect first to achieve that?” wonhee asked, sounding genuinely confused.

keonho placed a hand dramatically over his chest and smiled proudly. “dumbledore just saw my potential. i knew he loved me.”

“there hasn’t been a single day in the last six years where you haven’t been in detention. maybe old age is finally starting to get to dumbledore.” you replied before walking out of the compartment.

predictably, keonho followed immediately. james and juhoon remained a short distance behind since they were prefects themselves, but keonho stayed right beside you as you made your way through the train. “i know somewhere deep, deep down you love me, y/n. i know it. even your friends think we’d be perfect together. you heard what wonhee said. our personalities compliment each other.”

before you could stop him, he draped an arm around your shoulders.

you reacted instantly. jumping away from him, you smacked him repeatedly with the stack of folders in your hands while glaring furiously. “don’t touch me! you’re such a dog!” you shouted as the folders continued landing against his back.

instead of looking offended, keonho immediately burst into laughter. every hit seemed to amuse him even more, and eventually you gave up and stormed ahead before he could say anything else. “you’ve been calling me a dog for years now, my y/n. oh, if only you knew how true that is.” he said between laughs as he hurried after you.

you glanced behind yourself just long enough to see james and juhoon trying and failing to hide their smiles. for some reason, every single one of them found the nickname hilarious despite the fact that it was very much intended as an insult. “that’s not a compliment, you prat.” you replied with an annoyed roll of your eyes.

by the time the conversation finally ended, you had reached the prefects’ compartment. stopping outside the door, you turned sharply toward keonho while he looked back at you with the exact same irritating smile. behind him, james and juhoon lingered quietly, clearly interested in seeing how this would unfold.

“okay, listen carefully. for whatever reason, you were chosen to be head boy, which is a decision i personally find questionable, but i won’t comment on that. you have absolutely no idea how any of this works, and i’m willing to bet you never bothered asking james or juhoon about any of it. just stay quiet and don’t interrupt.”

keonho immediately straightened his posture and saluted. “yes, ma’am!” he announced loudly enough for several nearby students to turn around.

you sighed heavily and shook your head. “stupid.” you muttered.

“hey, i heard that. i’ll have you know i’m very smart.” he protested.

“i told you to shut your trap.”

“right.”

he straightened up even more as though he were reporting for military duty, though you missed the sight entirely because you had already opened the compartment door and stepped inside. juhoon walked past him with a deeply unimpressed expression, while james paused long enough to pat him on the shoulder.

“this year is your last chance to get with her, mate. don’t mess it up.”

for the first time all day, keonho stopped smiling.

as the compartment door slid shut behind everyone, the realization finally settled over him. seventh year had arrived much faster than any of them expected, and after this year hogwarts would be over. there would be no eighth year, no extra chances, and no more opportunities waiting around the corner. if he failed now, there was a very real possibility that he would spend the rest of his life wondering what might have happened if he had managed to make you look at him the same way he looked at you.

 the past few weeks had been absolute hell for you, and at this point you were beginning to wonder if the universe had personally decided to test your patience. your classes were becoming increasingly difficult as professors buried seventh years beneath mountains of assignments, revision schedules, essays, and examinations, while the pressure of upcoming n.e.w.t.s seemed to follow you everywhere you went. unfortunately, the endless studying was only half the problem, because keonho had somehow become even more unbearable than usual.

for reasons you could not begin to understand, he had started following you around like a lost puppy. at first, you ignored him completely, assuming he would eventually get bored and find something else to occupy his attention, but instead the opposite happened.

every day he seemed more determined than the last, appearing wherever you went with that stupid grin permanently attached to his face. after nearly a week of having absolutely no peace or privacy, your irritation had steadily grown until simply hearing his voice was enough to make your eye twitch.the worst part was that you could not bring yourself to properly yell at him. normally, you had no problem putting people in their place when they annoyed you, and keonho certainly deserved it more than most, but every time you considered truly snapping at him, something stopped you. you hated that feeling.

you hated not understanding it even more. 

that was exactly why you found yourself sitting beside the black lake long after midnight. according to the castle clocks, it was already approaching three in the morning, which meant that as head girl you absolutely should have been in bed setting a good example for everyone else. unfortunately, being responsible felt significantly less appealing when your thoughts refused to leave you alone.the grass beneath you felt cool as you stretched out on your back and stared up at the night sky. above you, thousands of stars glittered against the darkness while the moon hung peacefully overhead.

thankfully, it was nowhere near a full moon. the sight immediately made you think of james, and a familiar sadness settled inside your chest.the moon had always been one of your favorite things in the world. whenever you looked at it, you felt calm, peaceful, and strangely comforted, as though all the chaos in your life became quieter for a little while.

it was beautiful and reassuring in a way you could never properly explain. for james, however, the moon meant something entirely different.

where you saw beauty, he saw pain. where you found peace, he found fear. every full moon brought suffering, dread, and memories no one should have to carry, and instead of simply admiring its light, he was forced to endure transformations that left both physical and emotional scars behind.you felt guilty sometimes for how much comfort the moon gave you when it caused someone you cared about so much pain. you did not know how james managed to endure it month after month, year after year, without completely breaking apart. the thought alone made your chest ache.

suddenly, something wet brushed against your cheek.you let out an undignified scream and nearly launched yourself off the ground before spinning around in alarm. the panic disappeared almost immediately when you found yourself staring into a familiar pair of dark eyes. standing beside you was a golden retriever whose tail was already wagging happily.“goldie!” you gasped, pressing a hand against your chest as relief flooded through you.

goldie tilted his head innocently as though he had absolutely no idea why you had reacted that way. you had been seeing him around the grounds for nearly three years now, usually during nights when you slipped outside to clear your head. despite wandering around hogwarts after curfew, he was always clean, healthy, and well fed, which had convinced you long ago that someone must have secretly brought him into the castle. dogs were not allowed at hogwarts, but clearly nobody had informed goldie of that rule.

“hey, cutie.” you cooed immediately, your bad mood disappearing the second he approached. he padded closer before resting his head on your thigh and gazing up at you with eyes so impossibly adorable that your heart practically melted. “awh, did you miss me?” you asked softly.

goldie responded with a quiet whine.you groaned dramatically and pressed a hand over your face. “oh, stop doing that, goldie. you know it makes me feel bad.”

another whine escaped him.your shoulders slumped in defeat. “oh my god, fine. come here.”

the moment you leaned back against the nearby tree, goldie wasted absolutely no time. he climbed directly into your lap and practically collapsed on top of you, burying his face against your neck with a content sigh. the force of his weight nearly knocked the air from your lungs.“sometimes you act like a freaking human or something.” you complained while gently scratching behind his ears. “also, you’re really heavy. holy shit.”

despite your complaints, your fingers continued moving through his soft fur while goldie remained perfectly content where he was. eventually he lifted his head just enough to look up at you, and before you could react, he licked your cheek enthusiastically.you laughed despite yourself. “you’re not an animagus, right? because that would be kind of weird. i’d sue you.”

for a brief moment, goldie seemed strangely frozen.you smiled softly and shook your head. “of course you don’t know what that means. you’re just a cute little dog.”

leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss against his snout.goldie immediately let out another soft whine.“i told you to stop doing that,” you scolded while nudging him lightly.this time he did not respond. instead, he simply snuggled closer against you, looking entirely too comfortable.“don’t fall asleep.” you muttered. “i have to go back up soon.”

when you looked down a few moments later, his eyes were already closed.you sighed and reached into your pocket before pulling out the remains of a sandwich you had saved from dinner. carefully unwrapping it, you held it beneath his nose and waited. for several seconds nothing happened, and then suddenly goldie’s eyes flew open as though someone had cast a revival charm on him.“there you are.”his tail wagged furiously as you fed him the sandwich piece by piece until nothing remained. once he finished, you pushed yourself to your feet and stretched your sore muscles, knowing you could not avoid sleep forever.

almost immediately, goldie began whining again.your heart weakened instantly.“oh, come on.” you complained softly. “you know i have to sleep too. i’ll come back tomorrow.”

the whining continued.you crouched down in front of him and gently cupped his face between your hands before pressing one final kiss against his snout. “goodnight, goldie.”

his ears drooped dramatically as though you had personally broken his heart.forcing yourself not to laugh, you stood up and began walking back toward the castle. behind you, goldie remained exactly where he was, watching your retreating figure until you disappeared through the darkness, and only once you were completely gone did the golden retriever lower himself onto the grass with a long sigh that sounded suspiciously human.

a few days later, the full moon was drawing closer, and as always, you found yourself worrying about james more than he probably wanted you to. every year the signs appeared days before the transformation itself, and every year you hated seeing them. no matter how much time passed, no matter how many years he endured it, there was never a point where it became easier to watch. knowing that someone as kind as james had to go through that every month felt deeply unfair.

your arms were filled with enough snacks to feed an entire study group as you hurried into the great hall. several students glanced at the ridiculous amount of food you were carrying, but you ignored them completely while searching for a familiar face. it did not take long before you spotted james sitting at one of the tables with a book open in front of him, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading.

you immediately made your way over to him, and the closer you got, the more obvious the changes became. the scars scattered across his face looked noticeably redder than usual, as though they had suddenly become irritated overnight. his skin appeared pale beneath the floating candlelight, and dark circles rested beneath his eyes despite the fact that he had probably slept more than most students. the approaching full moon always affected him long before it actually arrived.

dropping the pile of supplies onto the table, you startled him badly enough that he nearly jumped out of his seat. his eyes widened before he relaxed upon seeing you standing there.

“hey.” you said as you slid onto the bench beside him, slightly breathless from carrying everything across the castle. “it’s the first full moon of the school year, so i thought i’d get you some stuff.”

james blinked before glancing down at the collection of snacks, chocolates, and supplies spread across the table. a small smile immediately appeared on his face as he picked up one of the boxes. “painkillers? you know we have magic for that, right?”

your face instantly turned red.

“i’m sorry.” you groaned, lowering your head into your hands. “i can’t believe i’ve known about being a witch for seven years and i still somehow forget that magic can solve almost everything.”

james laughed softly.

“don’t apologize, y/n. honestly, i appreciate the thought more than anything else.” he reached for one of the chocolate bars and smiled even wider. “and thank you for these. you got me my favorites.”

you shrugged casually, though the smile on his face made the effort feel worth it.

“of course i did. you know i’ve got your back, james.”

for a moment, he simply stared at you.

the smile on his face faded slightly, replaced by something quieter. “you don’t have to do these things for me,” he said softly. “i mean, at the end of the day, i’m still a monster.”

your expression hardened immediately.

“don’t.”

james blinked.

“seriously, stop saying that.” your voice had become much firmer than before. “it genuinely annoys me every time i hear it. you turn into a giant furball for a few hours once a month. that doesn’t change anything. the most important thing is that you stay the person you are right now. you stay kind, thoughtful, funny, and sweet. that’s what matters to me, and that’s what matters to your friends and family. stop calling yourself that word, james. seriously.”

the silence that followed seemed unusually heavy.

james stared at you in complete shock, clearly not expecting the speech.

only then did you finally notice that he was not the only one looking at you.

slowly, you turned your head.

keonho was sitting right beside you.

you had been so focused on james that you had not even noticed his presence, but now that you did, you almost wished you hadn’t. keonho was staring at you with an expression you had never seen before, his eyes wide and impossibly soft as though he had just witnessed something incredible.

it looked suspiciously similar to the way people stared at shooting stars.

your stomach immediately flipped.

what the hell.

why was he looking at you like that?

more importantly, why was your heart suddenly beating faster?

his eyes somehow looked even bigger than usual, giving him an almost puppy-like appearance, while his lips were slightly parted as he continued staring at you without blinking. there was something so painfully sincere about the look on his face that it made your ears start burning.

he looked…

cute.

your eyes widened.

what the fuck were you thinking?

you immediately shot to your feet so quickly that your leg caught against the bench.

“my love, wait!” keonho shouted.

the entire great hall turned to look.

you did not care.

without another word, you spun around and practically sprinted toward the exit.

“no! leave me alone!” you yelled while running.

behind you came the sound of hurried footsteps.

“just give me one chance, i swear!” keonho shouted while chasing after you through the hall. “i’ll love you like nobody else!”

“stop saying things like that!”

“never!”

students jumped out of the way as the two of you raced through the castle, completely ignoring the dozens of confused looks following your path. several younger students seemed concerned, while a few older ones openly laughed as they watched the familiar spectacle disappear around a corner.

back inside the great hall, james watched the chaos unfold for several seconds before calmly picking up his book again.

a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he opened it. “idiots in love.” he muttered quietly to himself.

despite his words, he looked happier than he had all week.

the next few days passed in a blur of assignments, prefect duties, and constant worrying. although james had insisted countless times that he would be fine, you still found yourself keeping an eye on him whenever possible. thankfully, he was surrounded by people who cared about him just as much as you did. juhoon, martin, seonghyeon, and especially keonho never seemed to leave him alone for long, which at least allowed you to relax a little.

you were on your way to transfiguration one morning when a familiar voice suddenly caught your attention. out of pure instinct, you looked up before your brain even had time to process whose voice it was. the second your eyes landed on keonho, you immediately regretted it.

he was crouched down in the middle of the corridor, speaking to a tiny first year girl who looked like she had been crying. tears still clung to her eyelashes while she nervously twisted the sleeves of her robes, and although you could not hear exactly what they were saying from where you stood, you could tell keonho was trying to comfort her. his voice was soft, his posture relaxed, and his expression was so gentle that it barely even looked like the same annoying idiot who spent half his life chasing after you.

without realizing it, you stopped walking.

your eyes remained fixed on him as you watched the interaction unfold. keonho smiled warmly at the little girl while listening to whatever problem she was explaining, and something about the sight made that strange feeling return to your stomach. it was the same feeling that had appeared in the great hall a few days ago, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

his smile looked different when he was talking to younger students.

softer.

warmer.

cuter.

you immediately hated that thought.

before you could stop yourself from staring any longer, two figures suddenly appeared beside you.

“see that, wonwon?” yoonchae asked dramatically. “our little y/n is falling in love.”

the smile that had unknowingly begun forming on your face vanished so quickly it was almost impressive.

you immediately resumed walking.

“i’m not falling in love.” you muttered.

“oh, but your smile said otherwise.” wonhee replied innocently. “honestly, i wish someone smiled at me the way you just smiled when you saw keonho.”

“i wasn’t smiling.”

both girls exchanged a look. it was the kind of look that instantly made you nervous.

“oh, come on, y/n.” yoonchae said. “just admit you’re finally realizing that you like him.”

you stopped walking so abruptly that several students nearly walked into you.

the crowded corridor continued moving around you while your brain completely short-circuited.

then, without warning, you let out a loud scream of frustration, ignoring the way several students seemed startled.

before either of your friends could react, you spun around and sprinted away.

the sound of their laughter echoed through the hallway immediately.

“now the next step is kissing!” wonhee shouted after you.

yoonchae laughed so hard she nearly tripped over her own feet. “after kissing, you have to get married and have children!”

“i don’t like ahn keonho!” you screamed while running.

at this point, half the corridor had stopped to watch.

“that’s what they all say!”

“shut up!”

covering your ears, you somehow managed to run even faster. eventually, salvation appeared in the form of the prefects’ bathroom entrance. without hesitating, you rushed forward, rattled off the password, and slipped inside just before the portrait closed behind you.

silence, finally.

you leaned against the wall for several seconds before beginning to pace.

“what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.” you muttered repeatedly.

your hands moved through your hair while you walked circles around the bathroom.

“i like ahn keonho? do i like ahn keonho? am i actually losing my mind? he’s so annoying. he’s literally the most annoying person i’ve ever met. why would i like ahn keonho?”

you continued pacing.

“there are billions of people in the world. why ahn keonho?”

the universe, unfortunately, chose that exact moment to embarrass you further.

one of the bathroom doors suddenly opened.

you froze.

standing there were juhoon, martin, and a very pale looking james.

all four of you stared at each other.

you were breathing heavily with your hands on your hips.

martin looked delighted.

james looked tired.

juhoon looked like he wanted to disappear.

the silence stretched for several painful seconds.

finally, you accepted your fate. “martin.” you said slowly. “why the hell are you even in the prefects bathroom right now? last time i checked, you’re not a freaking prefect.”

martin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“uh…” he glanced between you and the other boys. “i got permission from keonho?”

immediately, your entire posture straightened. “do not speak of that name.”

martin’s eyes lit up. it was the exact expression people got right before making terrible decisions.

“why?” he asked, already grinning. “does little y/n have a little crush on little keonho?”

silence immediately followed after that.

james closed his eyes while juhoon sighed loudly.

martin realized his mistake approximately half a second too late.

a few minutes later, students throughout the castle were treated to the unusual sight of martin sprinting through the corridors for his life while laughing so hard he could barely breathe. behind him, you chased him at full speed with murder in your eyes, loudly threatening his existence while he continued making increasingly ridiculous comments about weddings, romance, and future children.

“i’m going to kill you!”

“i’ll be best man at the wedding!”

“martin!”

martin’s laughter echoed through the castle as he rounded another corner.

at seven in the morning, you pushed open the doors of the hospital wing and stepped inside with tired eyes and aching limbs. after staying awake the entire night, everything felt slightly slower than usual, and your body desperately wanted sleep. despite that, this had become a routine over the years. every month after a full moon, you always found yourself making your way to the hospital wing before doing anything else.

it did not take long to spot james lying in one of the beds near the windows. the morning sunlight spilled across the white sheets surrounding him while his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. he was still asleep, thankfully. carefully, you walked over and placed a bottle of chocolate milk onto the bedside drawer, followed by several chocolate bars and a short handwritten letter you had scribbled sometime around four in the morning when sleep had clearly abandoned you.

the sound of footsteps drew your attention toward the entrance. madame pomfrey entered carrying several bottles of potion before immediately noticing your presence. unlike most professors, she did not seem remotely surprised to find you standing beside james’s bed so early in the morning.

“hey, poppy.” you greeted with a tired smile.

“good morning, miss y/n,” she replied warmly. “the boys only left about thirty minutes ago. poor things. they never sleep when james transforms. every month they stay awake all night waiting for him.”

you hummed quietly in response while your eyes remained fixed on james. there were a few fresh scratches visible across his face, but they looked small enough that a handful of healing spells would likely erase them completely. compared to some of the injuries he had come back with in previous years, this was practically nothing.

“well, i brought his milk.” you said softly. “i couldn’t sleep either. i pulled an all nighter, so i’m probably going to collapse the second i get back to my dorm.”

madame pomfrey smiled knowingly.

“well, you’re lucky it’s sunday.”

“very lucky.” you agreed.

for a moment, you simply stood there looking at james. despite everything he endured, despite the pain and exhaustion that always followed a transformation, there was something comforting about seeing him resting peacefully afterward. eventually, you stepped away from the bed and offered madame pomfrey one final smile.

“i’ll see you later, poppy.”

“get some sleep, miss y/n.”

you promised that you would before finally leaving the hospital wing.

outside, however, your plans were immediately interrupted.

sitting patiently near the doorway was a familiar golden retriever.

the second goldie spotted you, his tail began wagging so enthusiastically that his entire body seemed to shake. a happy huff escaped him before he bounded toward you without hesitation.

“goldie!” you laughed.

dropping to your knees, you opened your arms just in time for him to crash directly into them. you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly while he buried his face against your shoulder.

“hey there, cutie.” you murmured.

goldie let out a pleased whine.

“wanna come to my room?” you asked sleepily. “i could really use an extra teddy bear right now.”

another whine escaped him.

you rolled your eyes fondly. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

the castle corridors were mostly empty at this hour, which made sneaking back to your dormitory significantly easier. after making sure not to wake either wonhee or yoonchae, you quietly slipped inside and carefully shut the door behind you.

goldie immediately trotted toward your bed as though he owned the place.

you blinked.

“well, somebody has a great memory.”

considering he had not been inside your dormitory since the previous school year, his confidence was surprisingly impressive.

while you changed into your pajamas, goldie climbed onto the mattress and settled himself comfortably among your blankets. you completely missed the way he buried his face into your pillow while you changed.

too exhausted to question anything, you simply climbed into bed beside him.

the second your head touched the pillow, you wrapped your arms around goldie and pulled him against your chest. he settled beside you immediately while you draped the blanket over both of you, creating a warm little cocoon that made leaving bed later seem impossible.

sleep began pulling at you almost instantly. “you know…” you mumbled drowsily.

goldie lifted his head slightly.

“keonho reminds me of you.”

his entire body went still. completely oblivious, you continued speaking.

“it’s weird. you kind of have the same eyes or something. i don’t know, but i dont like it.”

goldie remained silent while you yawned. “it’s honestly really strange.”

your words were beginning to slur together as exhaustion finally caught up with you.

for several moments, neither of you spoke, then the thoughts you had spent weeks trying to avoid finally slipped free.

“i shouldn’t have fallen for keonho.”

beneath your arm, goldie froze.

you did not notice. “i should tell him, though. it’s not fair to him if i don’t.”

your eyes were already drifting closed. “but i’m scared.” the confession came out so quietly that it was almost a whisper.

“what if it was all a joke?”

goldie’s ears twitched.

“what if he never actually liked me all these years and he was only teasing me?”

your voice grew softer. “i know it sounds stupid.”

sleep continued dragging you further away. “i realized something recently. i didn’t start liking him now.”

your fingers absentmindedly threaded through the fur around goldie’s neck.

“i think i’ve always liked him.” the words barely left your lips. “i just didn’t want to become another victim of their stupid pranks or whatever…”

your sentence slowly trailed off.

a few moments later, your breathing became slow and steady as sleep finally claimed you.

silence settled across the dormitory.

goldie remained perfectly still beneath your arm. for a very long time, he simply stared at your sleeping face.

then, very carefully, he moved closer and rested his head against yours.

if dogs could cry, he probably would have.

because after seven years of chasing after you, seven years of rejection, teasing, arguments, and impossible hope, keonho had finally heard the words he had dreamed about for almost half his life.

when you finally woke up again, the room was completely dark.

for several seconds, you simply stared at the ceiling in confusion while trying to remember where you were. your head felt heavy, your limbs felt stiff, and it took an embarrassing amount of time before your brain finally started functioning properly again. slowly lifting your wrist, you checked your watch.

8:34 pm.

you immediately sat upright.

“bloody hell.”

the entire day had disappeared.

goldie was nowhere to be seen, and judging by the empty beds surrounding you, wonhee and yoonchae had left hours ago. after rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you forced yourself out of bed and got ready as quickly as possible despite the headache pounding behind your eyes.

it did not take long before you found yourself walking into the hospital wing.

the moment you entered, you spotted everyone gathered around james’s bed. juhoon, martin, seonghyeon, yoonchae, and wonhee were all scattered around the room while james sat upright against his pillows looking significantly better than he had that morning.

your relief was immediate.

however, you noticed something else almost instantly.

someone was missing.

“hey, where’s keonho?” you asked as you sat down near james’s feet.

the room suddenly became suspiciously quiet.

everyone exchanged looks with each other.

you narrowed your eyes.

“he’s not feeling well,” juhoon finally replied. “he’s back in the dorm.”

you nodded slowly. for some reason, the answer left an uncomfortable feeling sitting in your chest.

“seriously, james.” yoonchae said while crossing her arms. “you need to get this checked out. it’s honestly ridiculous that you get sick every single month.”

wonhee immediately nodded. “she’s right. every single month something happens.”

you leaned back slightly.

a familiar feeling of dread settled over you. you had almost forgotten that neither girl knew the truth.

james visibly stiffened. his fingers tightened around the blanket while his eyes dropped toward his lap. everyone else immediately noticed the tension as well, but nobody spoke.

“it’s nothing,” james said quietly after a moment. “really. don’t worry about me.”

the girls remained silent for a few moments, then wonhee sighed.

“why won’t you tell us?”

james froze.

“what?”

“you heard me.” wonhee replied. “do you really think that after seven years we haven’t noticed something strange?”

the color immediately drained from james’s face. you could practically see the panic settle into his expression.

“wonhee…” he whispered.

“every month you disappear.” yoonchae continued softly. “every month you’re injured, exhausted, or sick afterwards. everyone always avoids talking about it. we’ve noticed for years.”

james stared at them. his breathing became uneven.

for several moments nobody spoke, then suddenly his eyes filled with tears. the sight immediately made your chest ache.

“i didn’t want you to know.” james admitted quietly. his voice cracked. “i didn’t want any of you to know.”

a tear slipped down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away.

“james…” you whispered.

he shook his head. “because what if you looked at me differently?” he asked. “what if you were scared of me?”

another tear followed the first. “i know you all care about me, and that’s exactly why i never wanted to tell you.”

the room remained completely silent.

james lowered his head. “i’m a monster.”

immediately, several people groaned.

“james.”

“not this again.”

“seriously?”

he ignored them. “i am.” he continued quietly. “every month i turn into something horrible. every month you all have to worry about me. you bring me food. you stay awake all night. you look after me when i’m hurt.”

his voice trembled. “and i don’t deserve any of it.”

you immediately stood up.

“james.”

“no, let me finish.”

more tears slipped down his face. “i have the nicest friends anyone could ask for, and i spend half my time wondering why you’re still here.”

that finally broke everyone’s patience.

“because we love you, idiot.” martin said immediately.

james blinked. “what?”

“you’re literally one of the nicest people i’ve ever met.” yoonchae added.

“you helped me study for three straight weeks before my exams.” wonhee said. “do you know how painful that was?”

a small laugh escaped the room.

“you helped me learn how to ride my broom.” seonghyeon added.

“you taught me how to survive potions.” martin said.

“you’ve always been there for everyone.”juhoon said quietly.

james looked completely overwhelmed.

then you stepped closer. “james, listen to me.”

he looked up.

“being a werewolf doesn’t change who you are.”

your voice remained firm. “you’re still james. you’re still kind. you’re still thoughtful. you’re still the same person who gives people chocolate when they’re sad and stays up helping younger students with homework.”

his eyes immediately watered again.

“and if you think we’re going to stop caring about you because of something you can’t control, then you’re honestly an idiot.”

that finally made him laugh.

the tension in the room slowly disappeared. eventually, james relaxed back against his pillows while everyone continued talking around him. although his eyes remained red, he looked lighter somehow.

like he had finally put down a weight he’d been carrying for years.

hours later, madame pomfrey finally reached the end of her patience. “out.” she ordered.

everyone immediately obeyed.

once outside the hospital wing, you all gathered in the corridor.

“you guys go ahead.” you said.

everyone turned toward you.

“this late?” seonghyeon asked.

you nodded. “i have something to do.”

nobody questioned it further. after saying your goodbyes, you headed in the opposite direction.

roughly thirty minutes later, you found yourself climbing the final staircase leading to the astronomy tower.

the night air greeted you immediately.

as soon as you stepped inside, you noticed someone standing near the railing with his back facing you.

you recognized him instantly. the realization alone made your stomach flutter.

for a brief moment, you considered turning around.

wasn’t he supposed to be in his dorm?

then he moved.

keonho turned his head. the second he spotted you, a small smile appeared on his face.

your heart betrayed you immediately.

that stupid smile.

that wonderful smile.

“keep me company?” he asked.

you sighed. despite yourself, your feet carried you toward him. eventually you stopped beside the railing, standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the stars.

“why weren’t you at the hospital wing?” you asked.

keonho shrugged slightly. “i was there for a few hours.” his eyes remained fixed on the sky. “i just needed some time to clear my head.”

you nodded slowly.

silence settled between you. for once, it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was peaceful.

eventually, you looked over at him. that turned out to be a mistake.

the moonlight illuminated his face while he stared upward, and for a moment all you could think about was how unfairly handsome he looked.

your heart skipped.

then he turned toward you.

suddenly, you were both staring at each other.

neither of you looked away.

“will you go to hogsmeade with me on saturday?”

your brain stopped functioning as you stared at him, your ears immediately turning red. unable to handle his gaze, you looked away.

beside you, keonho sighed. the disappointment in his expression was immediate. he clearly thought he was about to be rejected again.

“i mean…” you muttered.

his attention snapped back toward you.

“i guess?”

there was silence for a moment, then keonho’s eyes widened so much they looked ready to fall out.

“what?!” he shouted.

you immediately rolled your eyes. “don’t make it weird.”

then you turned and began walking away.

behind you came hurried footsteps.

“wait!”

you groaned.

“y/n!”

“stop shouting!”

“you said yes!”

“no i didn’t.”

“you said yes!”

before you knew it, you were running through the corridors while keonho chased after you.

the difference this time was impossible to ignore. usually, whenever you ran from him, you were annoyed. usually, you were yelling. usually, you wanted him to leave you alone.

this time, however, none of that was true.

because as you ran through the castle halls with laughter threatening to escape your lips, a smile spread across your face. and for the first time in seven years, you didn’t want him to stop following you.

the next week passed so quickly that it almost felt unreal. after finally admitting to yourself that you liked keonho and somehow agreeing to go to hogsmeade with him, everything seemed to move at twice its normal speed. the moment you told wonhee and yoonchae what had happened, they completely lost their minds. both girls had immediately started screaming, jumping on their beds, and hugging each other as though they had personally achieved world peace, while you sat there laughing so hard your stomach hurt. despite all your embarrassment, seeing how happy they were made you feel strangely warm inside.

what surprised you most, however, was how naturally things seemed to fall into place afterward. you and keonho had always been around each other, but now it felt different somehow. breakfast, lunch, and dinner usually ended with the two of you sitting side by side while talking about absolutely everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. during classes, you somehow always ended up sharing a desk, and when everyone gathered in the common room at night, the two of you naturally gravitated toward the same couch while the others caused chaos around you. it was strange how quickly he had become such a normal part of your daily life.

before you knew it, saturday had finally arrived. instead of enjoying the morning like a normal person, you spent nearly two hours stressing over every possible detail. you changed your clothes multiple times, redid your hair more often than necessary, and spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at yourself in the mirror while questioning every decision you had made. by the time you were finally satisfied enough to leave your dormitory, your nerves were practically eating you alive.

the moment you descended the common room stairs, you immediately spotted keonho waiting near the bottom. he looked just as nervous as you felt, which somehow made you feel slightly better. your eyes immediately drifted over his outfit, and your stomach performed an uncomfortable little flip. he was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans along with a sweater and a black leather jacket, and somehow the combination suited him so perfectly that it almost annoyed you.

then you noticed the flowers.

keonho was holding a bouquet carefully in both hands, and the second he realized you had seen them, his face turned slightly pink. “i know you only like blue things, so…” he began awkwardly. “i used magic to change the color.”

your eyes widened as you looked down at the flowers. they were blue lilies, their petals vibrant beneath the common room lighting. they were beautiful, and somehow the fact that he had remembered your favorite color made them even more special. “thank you,” you murmured softly while accepting them. “they’re beautiful.” immediately, you lifted them closer to your face and pretended to smell them purely to hide how red your cheeks had become.

“give me a second,” you said quickly. “i should probably find a vase before we leave.”

before you could take more than a step, keonho awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “they don’t actually need water.” he admitted. “i kind of used magic so they never die.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

you stared at him as he stared at the floor. both of your faces somehow became even redder.

“oh.” you finally managed. “that’s… really thoughtful.”

keonho looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“thank you, keonho.” you stood there for another second before your brain completely gave up functioning. “just give me a moment.” you blurted out before turning around and sprinting back up the stairs.

a minute later, you burst into your dormitory so dramatically that both wonhee and yoonchae nearly fell off their beds. before either of them could ask what was wrong, you shoved the bouquet directly into their faces.

“guys, look!”

the second they saw the flowers, chaos erupted.

“he got you flowers?!” yoonchae shrieked.

“they’re blue lilies!” wonhee screamed.

“he used magic to dye them!” you practically shouted. “and he enchanted them so they’ll never die!”

the room immediately dissolved into screaming.

all three of you were jumping around within seconds, and if anyone had walked into the dormitory at that exact moment, they probably would have assumed someone had won the lottery.

“okay, i have to go!” you announced suddenly.

carefully placing the bouquet into wonhee’s arms, you pointed at her dramatically. “keep these safe.”

wonhee clutched the flowers against her chest as though they were a newborn child.

satisfied, you immediately ran back downstairs.

keonho was waiting exactly where you had left him. “sorry.” you said, slightly breathless. “we can go now.”

his smile appeared instantly. it was impossible not to smile back. without saying anything else, he held out his hand.

you looked down at it for a moment before slipping your fingers into his. almost immediately, he intertwined them with yours, and neither of you acknowledged the way your faces warmed.

together, you began walking toward the carriages waiting outside.

students stared. a lot.

you both pretended not to notice.

after a while, keonho glanced down at your outfit before letting out a soft laugh. “we’re matching.”

you blinked. looking down at yourself, you finally noticed it.

your outfit was almost identical. you were wearing bootcut jeans paired with a sweater and a leather jacket, and somehow you had both chosen nearly the same colors without discussing it beforehand.

the realization immediately made your face heat up. “that’s cute.” you murmured shyly.

beside you, keonho nodded.

he quickly looked away, clearly trying to hide the pink tint spreading across his cheeks.

hogsmeade with keonho ended up being far more enjoyable than you had expected. despite spending years arguing with him, avoiding him, and occasionally threatening his existence, you found yourself laughing almost nonstop throughout the entire trip. somehow every conversation turned ridiculous within minutes, and every attempt at acting normal lasted approximately thirty seconds before one of you said something stupid. by the time you reached honeydukes, your cheeks already hurt from smiling so much.

the two of you spent nearly an hour wandering through the colorful aisles while examining every sweet imaginable. whenever you picked something up, keonho immediately insisted on buying it for you, and whenever he tried to grab something for himself, you stubbornly insisted on doing the same. eventually you both gave up arguing and simply started throwing random sweets into your baskets while laughing at increasingly ridiculous packaging. by the time you left the shop, you were carrying enough sugar to sustain a small army.

afterward, you decided there was one place in hogsmeade you absolutely had to see for yourself. despite keonho’s immediate protests, you dragged him directly toward madam puddifoot’s tea shop out of pure curiosity. the second you stepped through the door, both of you froze. pink decorations covered nearly every available surface, heart-shaped ornaments hung from the ceiling, and the entire place looked as though someone had attempted to weaponize romance. you stared at the room for several seconds before meeting keonho’s horrified gaze, and the next thing you knew, both of you were laughing so hard that people inside began staring.

keonho immediately grabbed your hand and dragged you back outside before either of you completely lost control. the moment the door closed behind you, your laughter only became worse. neither of you could stop picturing the aggressively romantic decorations, and every time one of you started calming down, the other would mention something from inside and send both of you into another fit of giggles.

eventually, after wandering around the village for a while longer, you settled inside the three broomsticks and ordered butterbeers. the warm atmosphere felt cozy after the chilly autumn air outside, and before long the two of you were comfortably talking while sipping your drinks. at some point you both lifted your mugs at exactly the same moment, taking matching drinks without realizing it.

when you lowered your butterbeer, keonho suddenly started laughing.

you blinked in confusion. “what?”

he pointed toward your face while struggling not to grin. “you have some...”

before you could react, he reached forward and gently wiped the froth from your upper lip.

your face immediately warmed. “you too.”you shot back before quickly doing the exact same thing to him.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then your eyes met.

seconds later, both of you dissolved into helpless laughter once again.

hidden several tables away, four familiar idiots were witnessing the entire thing unfold.

“do they do anything besides giggle?” james asked while watching the scene with complete disbelief.

“seriously.” juhoon agreed while shaking his head.

“we’ve got giggle and shits over there.”seonghyeon muttered.

martin immediately burst into loud laughter. all three boys instantly shushed him before he could attract attention.

roughly an hour later, you and keonho finally left the three broomsticks and continued wandering through the village while holding hands. neither of you seemed particularly concerned about where you were going, and eventually your conversation drifted into random topics that had absolutely nothing to do with anything. the comfortable atmosphere between you felt so natural that you almost forgot how impossible this situation would have seemed only a month ago.

then suddenly, you stopped walking.

keonho nearly walked straight into you. “what’s wrong?” he asked.

instead of answering, you simply stared ahead. confused, keonho followed your gaze.

the second he saw what you were looking at, all color immediately drained from his face.

standing in the middle of the street were three animals. a greyhound, a fox, and a turtle sitting on top of the greyhound’s head.

all three were staring directly at you.

you tilted your head slightly. “what an odd little friend group.” you murmured.

beside you, keonho looked moments away from having a nervous breakdown. “yup.”he replied weakly.

his eyes narrowed into a glare directed entirely at the animals. the greyhound glared back.

before the silent battle could continue any longer, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from nearby. moments later, james appeared beside you looking completely exhausted.

“sorry.” he panted while placing his hands on his knees. “my pets got away from me.”

you blinked. “your pets?”

“yes,” james replied immediately.

his smile looked slightly desperate.

keonho sighed dramatically. “james, i told you to control your stupid freaking pets.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” james straightened before turning toward the animals. “come on, guys.”

the fox immediately obeyed and trotted toward him.

the turtle remained perfectly still on the dog’s head, who refused to move.

keonho’s eye twitched. “move.”

the greyhound barked.

you looked between keonho and the dog awkwardly.

“it’s just a dog, keonho.”

“martin, move your ass!” james shouted from the distance.

immediately, the greyhound began walking away.

you stared after it.

then you slowly turned toward keonho.

“martin?”

keonho froze. “what?”

“why would he name a dog after martin?”

you could tell keonho was panicking because he looked ready to jump off a cliff.

“he just loves martin that much.”

you nodded slowly. “okay.”

awkward silence consumed you two for a little while.

“but why does he have so many random pets?” you continued. “where did he even find them?”

keonho sighed heavily. “forget about it.”

“why?”

“because james has always been weird.”

“fair enough.”

you simply smiled and followed after keonho, completely unaware that you had come dangerously close to uncovering one of the biggest secrets your friends had spent years protecting.

you and keonho wandered through hogsmeade with your fingers intertwined, neither of you paying much attention to where your feet were carrying you. the village had begun to quiet down as evening approached, and the golden light of the setting sun washed over everything around you. shop windows glowed warmly, the cobblestone streets seemed dipped in honey, and the distant hills surrounding the village looked almost magical beneath the fading sunlight.

for a while, neither of you spoke very much. somehow the silence felt comfortable rather than awkward, and every now and then you caught keonho looking at you before immediately glancing away. eventually, you noticed he had become strangely quiet, and before you could ask what was wrong, he suddenly stopped walking altogether.

you barely had time to react before he gently pulled on your hand.

your attention immediately snapped toward him.

the smile that had been resting on his face all day had disappeared, replaced by something much more serious.

for a few moments, neither of you spoke.

then keonho took a deep breath.

“y/n, before anything else, there’s something i’ve wanted to tell you for a very long time.” he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual playful tone. “and i need you to listen to all of it before you interrupt me, because if you interrupt me, i’ll probably lose my nerve and throw myself off a cliff.”

despite your nerves, a laugh escaped you.

keonho smiled briefly before continuing.

“none of this was ever a joke to me.” he said. “not once. not for a single second. i know you’ve spent years thinking i was teasing you or trying to prank you, and honestly, i don’t blame you for thinking that. me, seonghyeon, and martin have the combined maturity of three kneazles fighting over a sock.”

you snorted.

“but i’m serious, y/n. i was always serious.”

the amusement slowly disappeared from your face.

“i never chased after you because i wanted to embarrass you. i never asked you out because i thought it was funny. i never followed you around because i wanted attention. i did all those things because i genuinely liked you, and every year i convinced myself that maybe this would finally be the year you’d give me a chance.”

his grip on your hand tightened slightly.

“you know what the funny part is? i don’t even remember exactly when i fell in love with you because it happened so quickly. i remember seeing you for the first time on platform nine and three quarters during first year, and i remember thinking you looked really pretty. then we got sorted into the same house, and i spent the entire first month trying to find excuses to talk to you.”

a small smile appeared on his face.

“you insulted me within ten minutes.”

“to be fair, you deserved it.” you muttered.

“i absolutely deserved it,” keonho agreed.

his smile softened.

“but then i got to know you, and somehow that only made things worse. every year i liked you more. every year i noticed new things about you. i noticed how you always helped younger students when they were struggling, even when nobody asked you to. i noticed how you remembered everyone’s favorite snacks. i noticed how you always worried about james even when he pretended he was fine.”

his eyes never left yours. “i noticed everything.”

your throat tightened.

“i noticed how much you cared about people. i noticed how brave you were. i noticed how smart you were. i noticed how you always acted tough even when you were scared. and somewhere along the way, i stopped having a crush on you and just completely fell in love with you.”

you felt your eyes beginning to sting.

keonho swallowed nervously. “there were times when i thought about giving up,” he admitted. “especially after getting rejected for the hundredth time. every year i told myself i’d stop bothering you. every year i lasted about five minutes before deciding i was an idiot and trying again.”

a laugh escaped you through the tears threatening to form. “i know.”

“the thing is, even if you’d never liked me back, i still would’ve wanted you in my life. because you’re my favorite person, y/n.”

his voice became quieter. “and now somehow you’ve given me a chance.” his eyes shimmered slightly beneath the golden sunlight. “do you have any idea how happy that makes me?”

by now, your vision had become blurry.

keonho laughed softly. “i genuinely feel like the luckiest man alive right now. every morning i wake up and remember that you actually agreed to go out with me, and then i spend ten minutes wondering if i dreamed the whole thing.”

you laughed through your tears.

“you’re an idiot.”

“i know.” he smiled at you.

“but i’m your idiot.”

a tear slipped down your cheek.

keonho’s expression immediately softened. slowly, he lifted a hand and gently rested his palm against your face.

you leaned into the touch without thinking.

“thank you for giving me a chance.” he whispered.

then he leaned forward, and kissed you.

the world seemed to disappear.

the golden sky.

the village.

the distant sounds of people talking.

all of it faded away.

the only thing you could focus on was him. you kissed him back beneath the sunset, smiling against his lips while your heart felt far too big for your chest.

eventually, keonho pulled away.

for a few moments, he simply stared at you with so much adoration that it almost made you look away.

then, strangely, he began looking nervous.

suspiciously nervous.

“now that i’m sure you actually like me.” he said carefully, “can i show you something?”

you immediately narrowed your eyes. “depends.”

keonho swallowed. “on what?”

“on what you’re showing me.”

he looked away, which made you even more suspicious. “keonho.”

he sighed dramatically. “just close your eyes.”

you stared at him for several seconds before pointing at him.

“if this is something stupid, i’m pushing you off the astronomy tower next time we visit.”

“that’s fair.”

reluctantly, you closed your eyes. for several moments, there was only silence.

then you heard a bark.

your eyes immediately opened. sitting directly in front of you was a familiar golden retriever. beside him sat a pile of clothes.

your brain stopped working.

you looked at the dog.

then the clothes.

your eyes widened. “…keonho?”

goldie nodded.

you closed your eyes, pinched the bridge of your nose, and took a very deep breath.

“ahn keonho.”

the golden retriever visibly flinched.

“you better pray to godric that you’re a fast runner.”

goldie let out the most pathetic whimper imaginable, then he turned around and bolted.

immediately, you chased after him, cursing like a madwoman while keonho slash goldie.

“AHN KEONHO!”

the dog somehow ran even faster.

for several minutes you chased him across hogsmeade while cursing at him with increasing creativity. unfortunately, goldie happened to have four legs and the athletic ability of an escaped racehorse, which made catching him nearly impossible.

then suddenly, inspiration struck.

you stopped running, and goldie stopped too.

confused, he turned around. you smiled, but  not a comforting smile.

immediately, you sprinted back toward the place where he had transformed.

goldie’s eyes widened.

sitting exactly where he had left them was the pile of clothing. you scooped everything into your arms.

horror slowly spread across the dog’s face.

“have fun getting back into the castle unnoticed, you piece of shit!” you shouted.

goldie let out a sound that was suspiciously close to human panic, then he started sprinting toward you.

you immediately screamed, and ran for your life.

the entire walk back to hogwarts consisted of one girl running away while carrying a very important pile of clothes, and one very desperate golden retriever chasing after her while desperately trying to preserve what little dignity he had left.

unfortunately for keonho, he had made the catastrophic mistake of revealing himself.

and now he was going to suffer for it.

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[eub11ss]

♡ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS

ㅤㅤ#GG SERIES 2ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤcheck masterlist for the series

content: continuation of this work. (check author's note for more details), fluff, crack, scandals, underage drinking, partying, they all bully each other as a love language, they are all nepo babies, james is lowk chuck bass, set in the gossip girl universe, family friendly scandals for the rest of cortis other than james cuz they are young lads, betrayal, jealousy, slight agnst if u blink, they are kinda assholes tbh and gossip girl loves terrorizing the poor kids.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpart 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

pairing: popularplayer!james x partygirl!reader

synopsis: Hello upper east siders, the holidays are over and so is the peace once restored in the upper east side. It looks like we have a new member, who, dare I say, may just cause havoc I so long miss. Poor yufan, you never catch a break, don't you?

author's note: based on my bb @gglanaa 's request. I am gonna take my sweet time pacing this one since its 5 parts.. phew... gg universe is doing esp well with with you all so ummm maybe i could do a ver with all of cortis members? lmk. Here are a few things to keep in mind as you are reading this: Set in the same universe as xoxo. Atleast in the gossip girl and cortis sense. The previous reader a.k.a juhoon's gf is now referred to as (name). She makes no appearance here though she will be mentioned. Reader aka yn in this series will have the same set of friends as the previous one did cuz im not gonna introduce more characters. Maybe w this one we might reveal who gg is later (idk no promises on this one since im still bound on my opinion that in the real series gg was never supposed to be revealed). It is recommended you read the previous work in this series, if you want context. Otherwise you are good to go.

taglist is open! taglist: @coxrtizz @vanilladictator @inadazeee @wonjiseoz @loveqnai @ges1ca @flwrhui @ikfr777 @floatingin-yourdreams

[fshionalien]

THE PUPPY LOVE CAFE. ahn keonho

──🐶. with it being summer break, keonho and the others find random things to do. whether it be an escape room, art session, etc. it just is happens when going to this one spot in particular, the new puppy cafe to be exact, he finds interest in a certain person who shows them around the place. that person being you!

CONTAINSᴥ︎. customer keonho x employee reader smau non idol au strangers to perhaps more use of profanity fluff friendly banter humor open ending

LYNN TALKING♫. This has been Sitting in my drafts For more then A month Heh…

©fshionalien.

[crzbss]

footsie - ot5 cortis texts

: ˚⋆✮ in which: you push around your cortis boyfriend’s feet under the table, his reaction being to immediately text and ask why

: ˚⋆✮ a/n: trying REAL hard to write more sorry im a lazy chud, this heatwave ending me ibsr

MARTIN

JAMES

JUHOON

SEONGHYEON

KEONHO

tags: @floatingin-yourdreams