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Hi hi hi!!! I LOVE how u write !! I was wondering if you could do a Martin x reader? Kinda like a idol x fan type.

So, my idea, I had a dream about this so yeah...but I will switch it up for it to have sense;

So, lets say the reader and their friend went on a trip, lets say it's almost night, they and went to a forest to admire nature, and met Cortis there because they were filming an episode, and for some odd reason, Oh no! A bear! Run! , and Martin because of the adrenaline grabbed the readers hand and just ran with them without a stop, the other members behind him with the readers friend. Given as an apology for almost ripping their arms off, (be delulu with me, stay with me here please) and seeing that reader and their friends aren't creeps, they decided, well Martin, decided to let them stay in their hotel room, and then yeah, the dream kinda blacked out from there, I have a few ideas but I'm gonna let you decide where it ends and how, of course if your gonna do this request..!

I apologize it's so long, I can write it but if I do and then read it for myself, knowing those are my words put together, I will cringe so- yeah, once again I LOVE how u write omgg!! 💕 (fem POV if possible and you can add whateva name you want for the friend, I trust you)

ohemgee!! hii, thank you sm for ur request and loving my writing, truly means so much to me ;((

that literally sounds like such a fun story to write!

i am currently working on somewhat of a longer fic rn tho, so it‘ll probably be a while before i can work on ur request and make ur vision come to live hehe. but i reaallyyy want to write it, i swear, pls just be patient with me..

also i hope u don’t mind if i tweak some details, to make it easier to write :)!!

thank you again! lots of love <3

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boy next door — kim juhoon

⤷ ゛ff/ written + one text, nonidol!juhoon x nonidol!fem!reader ˎˊ˗

synopsis: juhoon just recently moved into the house next to yours and to your luck both of your neighboring houses bedrooms are right parallel to each other, making it impossible for you guys to escape one another.

contains: neighbors to ???, dual pov, cursing, timejump, fluff, skinship/kissing | ❤︎⁠ word count: 1.3k

authors note: soo jju pilled rn !! the quickest fic i’ve ever written therefore also not proofread (the nonexistent use of caps is for aesthetic purposes only i swear) enjoyyyy!! /masterlist

prologue

juhoons pov:

when my parents first told me we were moving, i wasn’t completely opposed to that idea. i just figured nothing could compare to my childhood home.

or so i thought.

the day we first arrived at our new house, i wasn’t sure what to expect. i assumed the neighborhood would consist of newly engaged middle aged couples.

i definitely didn’t expect her to walk out of the house next to mine, looking like the female lead of a young adult rom com book, with the way she carried herself, making it hard to overlook her presence.

additionally, i definitely didn’t expect her room to be the one directly across from mine.

but i’m definitely not complaining.

it’s been over a week since we’ve fully moved into our new home. and I spent the entire past days trying to build up my courage to talk to her. me and her kept crossing paths, exchanging short lived glances, whether that was in school or around the neighborhood.

“juhoon, can you come down?” my mom exclaimed from the kitchen.

“grab those containers, please.” she added as i walked over to the aisle.

“whats all this food for?” i questioned, while picking up one container with each hand.

“they’re for the family next door, we haven’t introduced us properly yet.”

my heart stopped a beat. was this my moment to shine?

y/ns pov:

you kept overhearing mumbling from the living room and due to your increase in curiosity, you immediately got out of my room, wanting to know what was going on.

you expected to see your parents talking on the phone with a relative or just witnessing them giving unwanted commentary on the new show they’re watching.

what you didn’t expect, is for kim juhoon and what you assume to be his mom, to be seated on your couch.

considering the fact, he only moved to town less than half a month ago, he still managed to build quite a name for himself around here. the first time he showed up in school, he had every girl in the grade geeking over him.

including you, let’s be real. nobody would be able to deny his charm.

when your eyes landed on him, his eyes glanced back at you, followed shortly by a welcoming smile. a smile so flawless it looked like he had been practicing it.

“ah look there she is!” your mom declared while pointing at you.

“we were just talking about you.” his mom mentioned, with a smile on her face that felt way too similar to juhoons.

before you were even able to make sense of the situation you had voluntarily put yourself in. juhoon got up from the couch, walking towards you.

“hi. im juhoon ” he introduced himself to you while holding out his hand.

you hesitantly shook his hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice how sweaty yours was.

“y/n, what about you go show him your room.”

timeskip

that was 3 months ago. and now funnily enough, your room has become almost like his second home.

for the majority of your time living here, you used to look out of your window and into the empty bedroom window of the house next door.

but now since his family moved in, you catch yourself purposely looking into his window, examining the room which was now plastered with band posters, vinyls and vintage clothes everywhere.

it’s honestly embarrassing how often you catch yourself throughout the day looking out your own window, wanting to him to notice you.

on top of that, you remembered exactly when he comes home from soccer practice to intentionally play songs you know he likes, so you’d have something to talk about.

juhoons pov:

i climbed from my window to hers, gripping onto the ledge between the houses, sneaking in through her window, trying my best not to make a sound.

it might seem like a difficult move to pull off to some, which it was at first but after doing this almost every day for the past few months, you just end up getting the hang of it.

“delivery’s here.” i say, as i pull out the candy from my hoodie pocket.

she continued putting on her makeup but stopped faintly to look at me, through her mirror. “yay!” she shrieked, while getting out of her chair.

“what are you getting ready for so late?” i ask, handing her the pack of gummies.

“oh nothing, i was just bored.” she replied, scanning through all the different flavors.

“is this your go to activity when you’re bored?”

“yeah, lowkey. you wanna try?.”

“i think i’m good.” i decline, while sitting down on her bed, subconsciously knowing that she couldn’t care less about my opinion.

she giggled, and i could just sense that by the end of the night, my face would be somehow covered in make up.

she walked over to her vanity, grabbing what seems to be lipstick. she digged through some options, before turning around and holding up two different kinds of lipstick.

“which one do you want?”

“whichever one suits me more.”

“oh you’re definitely more of a rosy pink than a peachy nude.”

“whatever that means.”

i noticed her smirk growing, as she walked towards me, removing the lid.

i leaned back on the bedframe, trying to not to be too tense, but when the realization hit that her face is going to be merely inches away from me, i couldn’t help but tense up.

yns pov:

you joined him on my bed, placing your knees next to him onto the mattress, trying your best not to get too close to him. For your own sake, to be honest.

but thanks to the unsteady grip your legs had on the bed, your knee slowly slipped off the side, and before you could even try to adjust yourself, you felt his cold hand on your waist, stopping you from falling off.

he kept his hand on your waist, shifting your body slightly onto his lap. instead of removing his hand completely, he rested in on your thigh. causing your whole body to break out in nervous shivers.

you coughed, wanting to play it cool and resume back to focusing on the lipstick.

as you held up the lipstick to his face, you felt his eyes piercing through you, it didn’t seem like he was even registering the lipstick in between your fingers.

which honestly made this even more fun. “tilt your head.” you say, which came out more like a command rather than a direction.

“im not very good with instructions.” he responds, while still not moving his gaze away from you.

you chuckled, before manually tilting his head by putting your hand onto his neck.

your faces were now barely inches apart from each other. and it was clear that neither one of you still cared about the lipstick.

“you know, there’s also a different way to get me to have rosy lips.” he says, looking down at your lips, moving his hand up to your waist again, softly tightening his grip.

“oh really?” you ask quietly, while putting down the lipstick to also place your other hand onto his neck.

the corner of his mouth slightly lifted and his hand slid more intimately around your waist, pulling you in even closer than before.

juhoon melted into you, locking your lips together. he tried staying gentle but your fingers caressing his neck, made him lose his composure little by little.

he exhaled softly through his nose before murmuring, “fuck.”

you couldn’t help but smile helplessly at the sight of him desperately trying to keep his composure. your grin brushing shortly against his mouth, before you return to kissing him.

he parted his lips lightly, allowing you to swoop in. the second kiss, felt different, more intense, like he had now fully realized what was happening.

“juhoon.” you utter in between breaths, wanting to get his attention.

“hm?”

“i’m still going to put make up on you by the way.” you say smirkingly, after pulling away.

“i hoped you would forget about that.” he let out a sigh, before he buried his head on your shoulder.

“nice try.”

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LOCKET - martin edwards park

genre: friends to lovers | idol!martin x fem!trainee!reader , dual pov , jealousy

╰┈➤ slow burn!, angsty fluff , long written + smau, face claim: @marquiseaura

synopsis: pt.1 —> check out pt.2 / pt.3

You and CORTIS train at the same company, therefore you’ve come across them quite often. One out of the five explicitly has a soft spot for you, but you try your best to brush aside these feelings, because ultimately you can‘t find yourself caught in this mess when your main goal is to make it to your debut.

y/ns pov:

You’ve just finished dancing to illit‘s jellyous as your warm up, while you’re trying to catch your breath, you’re looking at the wall full of mirrors infront of you. You notice someone walking into to your practice room.

Martins freshly dyed hair peeks through the door, he hasn’t seen you yet but you are thoroughly watching his every move through the mirror.

He has now fully stepped foot into the room, in which you’ve spent the last years of your life trying to perfect your dancing.

"Oh, sorry"

His raspy voice still catches you off guard, even though you quite literally saw him say those words out loud through his reflection in the mirror. You turn to face him.

"Eh- I didn’t think anyone would be in here, I was just looking for Keonhos beanie. He told me he left it here." He states quickly without taking a break almost as if he was giving a presentation which he has been practicing for nonstop due to extreme anxiety.

This has always been confusing to you, the fact that everyone claimed Martin to be the extroverted one, but anytime you had a conversation with him, it seems like his effortless ability to be conversational left his body.

"Oh yeah, I put it on the bench. I was just gonna hand it over to Juhoon." you reply, still not quite recovered from your previous training session.

"Oh? Okay, thank you.“

As he walks over to grab Keonhos beanie, you feel the room filling up with awkward silence, the question whether the conversation ends here or if you should try and keep it going solely so you can keep talking to him.

Magnetic by Illit starts playing through your speaker. You start blushing, embarrassed that he’s witnessing you listening to a song he helped produce.

As he walks back to the door, putting his hand on the doorknob, he turns around to look you up and down. “Great song choice, btw.” he adds.

And just like that he’s gone. You start regretting not keeping the conversation going. Since his scratchy voice somehow always made you feel at ease.

Martins Pov:

Cortis are currently livestreaming on Weverse in their practice room.

*reading out a comment*: “Are any of you crushing on anyone at the moment” I read out loud, trying to keep in my laughter.

*Seonghyeon & Juhoon*: start giggling

*Keonho*: immediately turns to look at me with a huge grin on his face

*James*: okayyy let’s switch topics

The boys put me in time out, because apparently I only read out the weird comments (as if Keonho were any better). So I was forced to sit down on the couch behind us.

The guys started arguing about a comment, I unfortunately had no idea what they were referring to, so my mind just started wandering.

I was looking around the room trying to find anything that could entertain me.

That’s when I locked eyes with her.

I noticed y/n walking past our practice room, since we had our door wide open for whatever reason. But after our brief eye contact she immediately resumed back to looking down to her phone.

Talking to her would definitely be more entertaining than being on time out.

“I‘ll be right back” I quickly say to the boys and the viewers before walking out the door.

I’m trying my best to catch up to her, but somehow she was already halfway across the hall.

When I finally caught up to her, I lightly tapped her shoulder.

I might’ve startled her, because she turned around with a slight hint of fear on her face. Although her expression softened as soon as her eyes met mine. “Oh, hi Martin,” she says while taking one side of her wired earphones out.

Somehow that sentence coming out of her mouth alone was enough to make me fold completely. My mind went entirely blank for a second. You could tell she didn’t know how to handle my silence and awkwardness. I couldn’t even greet her back. I was just starring at her.

“I thought you guys were doing a Weverse live.” She added, so the awkward silence I created wouldn’t consume this whole interaction.

“Get it together.” I repeated over and over again in my head. I need to be able to talk to her without coming across like someone who lost every single one of their senses.

“Oh yeah, we still are, I just saw you walking alone and wanted to say hello, i don’t know why sorry if that’s weird or something, I just —”, I kept desperately trying to explain myself before she cut me off, she was probably sick of my stupidity.

“— you’re good don’t worry, I actually heard you guys from across the hall and honestly wanted to see what you guys are up to” She said, while her cheeks were turning fully pink, like as if she was embarrassed to be admitting it.

My face lit up at the thought of her caring enough about us (and therefore me), to walk all the way over here, considering the trainee practice room is two floors down.

“I lowkey wish you could join us but—”

I was being cut off due to my phone ringing excessively. I accepted the call, it was James asking me where I vanished off to. Apparently they’ve already ended the live and are planning on heading home.

I think y/n overheard James over the phone, because right after I hung up on him. She said:

“Oh you have to go?, I guess I’ll see you around then.” She said briefly while waving, before quietly turning around.

This cant be it. If I were to tell the guys about this interaction they’d clown me for fumbling once again and not taking initiative.

I softly grapped her wrist to stop her.

“Wait actually— Are you busy right now?”

“Ehm no, not really, I just finished practice. Why?”

“Would you want to come over?”

“To your place?”

“Yeah, we were just gonna hang out, play a game or something. If that’s fine with you”

“Yeah sure, I’d love to. Juhoon just texted me about it.”

Juhoon? Why would Juhoon text her without telling me beforehand? Especially if he was asking her about coming over to our place? I didn’t even know he had her number? How did he get her number?

Y/n‘s Pov:

At CORTIS‘ LA Home

The boys demanded on playing billiards, which made me regret agreeing to play with them. Because amongst all the things that I’m not good at, billiards would be one of them.

That’s why Martin insisted on having me play with him as a team, so my performance wouldn’t be that much of an embarrassment.

I was awkwardly leaning against the kitchen aisle waiting for our next turn, when Martin walked up to me to stand beside me, leaning against it as well. I didn’t even try to look up at him, knowing all I would see is his neck. He put his elbows down on the table as support instead of his hands, so that we would be eye to eye. That’s when I felt his eyes looking down on me. I did feel a strong urge to lock eyes with him, but I knew as soon as his brown eyes met mine, I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. Whatever that would imply.

“Your turn Y/n” Juhoon exclaimed.

I looked over to Juhoon, whom I always found comfort in. “Why are you making me do this?” I mouthed playfully.

I tried handing the cue stick to Martin, assuming that he would take this turn for me, like he has all the previous times.

“You try it.” Martin says gently, knowing I was refusing to do so to save me from humiliation.

As I was walking up to the pool table, I gave Martin a small frown. But he returned a reassuring smile. A comforting smile that said, 'it‘ll be fine'.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice James giving him an encouraging smile and nod. I was confused on what that expression was implying. But before I could think about it, Martin was already walking up to where I was standing.

“Let me help you.”

He starts towering over me, while putting his hands on the cue stick, over mine.

His body warmth melting into me.

Martins Pov:

It was getting late, and y/n‘s roommate was getting worried about her.

Y/n grabbed her purse and we all started walking towards the door.

We gathered infront of the door, waiting for her to finish saying goodbye to all of us.

She started waving goodbye to Seonghyeon and James, moving onto Keonho.

But instead her and Keonho started talking about where she got her bag from.

“Keonho, she’ll tell you about it some other time, she’s running late.” James explained

“My bad” Keonho said before waving her goodbye.

After moving her gaze from Keonho to Juhoon, she gives him a bright smile.

I didn’t think too much of it, she tends to be very cheerful when she’s around people she’s comfortable with and I assume they’re at ease with each other.

— She went in for a hug?

I didn’t think they were that close.

Okay, to be fair, it was just a side hug, not a full blown-arm-around his neck-hug, but still?

I was too busy wracking my head around their relationship. I didn’t even notice y/n waving goodbye to me.

As I came back to my senses, done with overthinking about whatever is going on between them—

I realized that y/n‘s mood had changed. You could tell she seemed upset. I didn’t know if it was because I hadn’t realized her wanting to say goodbye to me and unwillingly ignoring her.

I was debating whether or not I should ask her , if she wanted me to accompany her on her way home.

“Juhoon, could you walk me home?”

Oh.

He was kind of caught off guard by y/n’s request, he gave me a quick glance, and an expression that read as 'are you okay with it?'.

I just shrugged. Deep down I wasn’t okay with it, the thought of him being able to spend time with her alone, but not me, unsettled me.

“Ehm— sure”

Why Juhoon and not me?

Comment if you want to be in the taglist for pt.2!

Authors note: Hii guys, this is the first story I’ve ever written so please bare with me !! My friend @someonesmember helped me come up with a few ideas and proof read it for me ;). We lowkey have a lot of ideas in store for the next few chapters .. we don’t know when we‘ll post them though because schools taking us out and I’ll be out of the country for a while.

#cortis fanfic #martin edwards fluff #martin x y/n #martin x reader

fav notification - edwards martin

pairing sleepy!bf!martin x gf!reader (est. relationship)

contains fluff fluff fluff, skinship/kissing, one ss | wc: 1.2k

“nah, i usually don’t sleep when im working on music”

in which you join martins livestream just to tease him, but the night somehow ends with you in his arms.

a/n: hii.. it’s been a while since i even opened this app.. hence why this is a draft from like over a month ago i think?? but im still very much obsessed w martins weverse streams.. he’s sooo bf. enjoy!! ⤷ masterlist

“m.j. edwards started a livestream“

martin has been working nonstop this comeback, so you barely ever get to see him.

and the only thing that keeps yourself from not missing him too much are his weverse streams.

whenever that notification pops up your heart gets all tingly, knowing you’re going to be staring at your phone for the next hour, knowing you’re about to admire him through a screen.

even though it kills you not being able to feel his warmth, his arms around yours, his eyes fixating on you, whenever you look in his direction — you try to make the best out of it.

watching martin work on his own music, seeing him so passionate about creating, made all the hours you’ve spend missing him worthwhile.

still, somehow during every stream, you try to sneakily get his attention.

this time, you decided to text martin out of nowhere, while he‘s actively reading out comments just to see how he would react when seeing your name pop up on his lockscreen.

you click send on your message.

and his phone lights up almost immediately.

you examine martins next moves thoroughly— his eyes move over to his screen, he takes a quick look and after realization hits a smile starts to form on the corner of his mouth instantly.

as he skims through your text, you could tell he was debating wether or not to respond.

he kept pretending to read what his fans were saying, but you noticed his mind wandering, still contemplating.

his tongue poking his cheeks, trying to hold back a smile.

martin coughs hesitantly, wanting to return to his previous conversation regarding someone’s comment.

but he caves in, as soon as you send another message.

he grabs his phone, and moves his chair slightly away from frame.

you were wondering what he could possible be doing off screen for so long, 'cause you haven’t received a text back yet.

instead you received a notification from paypal.

as you guys were texting, the chat moved rapidly trying to figure out what martin was doing off screen and also telling him to go back to playing unreleased demos.

when he moved back into frame, he was cheesing noticeably.

you watch him run his fingers through his hair, adjusting himself on the chair, trying to keep his composure.

so you existed the livestream, and opened the uber app instead.

even on the drive over here, you continued watching his live, unable to keep your eyes off of him for just more than a second.

as you were walking into the building, you texted martin to let him know that you arrived.

and out of curiosity, you join his stream once again, simply wanting to see how he’d end the live.

his eyes lit up as soon as he read your message and a slight grin appeared on his face. he was still trying to keep it lowkey, but failed miserably.

“you look tired. go to bed martin” he says reading out someone’s comment.

“well, if you say so.” he replies to the comment while yawning.

he did look extremely tired, but to be fair you cant remember the last time he didn’t.

during every facetime call, he blinks intensely trying to stay awake or he even just shuts his eyes for a while before opening them again, without even noticing that he’d fallen asleep. so you just act like you’re the one who‘s tired and end the call, solely for his sake.

he would never admit to being overworked, he tells you it’s part of the job, he just has to adjust. but you can’t help but worry.

he continues, “it is getting late. shouldn’t y’all be sleeping as well?

… okay well, i’ll go now, love you coer. stay healthy and rest well.”he adds, blowing the viewers a small kiss before leaving.

and just like that, the livestream ended.

you waited a few seconds before knocking on his door, just to be sure.

while still sitting in his chair, he opened door.

greeting you with a soft smile, which on one hand showed how happy he was to see you, but on the other hand also showed his lack of sleep.

as you take a step into his studio, you position yourself infront of him, which caused your knees to brush against his chair. tilting your head downward, as you run one hand through his hair.

“aw, sleepy martin.” you say lightheartedly, as you move the hand from his hair down, to softly cup the side of his face.

his face slowly melts into your touch, resting it on your hand, while you gently rub your thumb over his cheeks.

“come here.” you say, while tugging at his sleeves, wanting to move you both to the couch.

you‘ve never seen him this quiet. you’re usually used to him throwing himself at you and bombarding you with kisses and his thoughts.

but right now his voice is barely above a whisper when mumbling, “can‘t, i haven’t finished the song yet.”

you raise your eyebrows slightly. “hey, you wanted me here, so spend time with me.”

he chuckles quietly, as you drag him to the couch.

after he sat down next to you, he instinctively put his hand around your shoulder before pulling your legs over his.

so you put your head on his chest.

you stayed in that position— in that silence for a while, letting him rest as he absentmindedly played with your hair. occasionally drawing circles on your legs with his fingers.

“y/n.” he blurts out suddenly.

“hm?” you look up at him and are met with him already gazing at you.

his eyes had a twinkle in them, a twinkle that was fairly familiar to you.

the corner of his mouth lifted, smirking. you knew that certain smirk of his all too well.

his gaze moved from your eyes down to your mouth.

your hand came up automatically to brush through his hair, as well as tilting his head closer to you.

his lips met yours. slowly and softly.

quiet sighs escaping him, as you start fiddling with the hair on his neck.

despite his colds hands sliding around your waist, his touch still felt warm.

but you could feel how tired he was.

his lips lingered longer than usual.

his breaths were quieter than usual.

his fingers were loose instead of firm.

instead of gripping onto you, so that this moment wouldn’t end, it felt like you were slowly slipping away.

so, you pull away.

“what’s wrong?” martin asks concernedly.

“you’re too tired. i feel bad.”

“i’m never too tired to kiss you.”

you furrow your eyebrows in doubt. “you didn‘t even hold me the right way.”

he sighs, “i’ll lock in now. i promise.” and his eyes dipped back to your lips.

you giggle lightly in response, before he pulls you back in.

he moved his hands to your hips, and your breathing went choppy as his got deeper. it was nothing like the previous kiss.

he gave you a wideopen mouth kiss, angling his head perfectly to make it feel heavier.

the rest of the night continued exactly like that. you in his arms, kissing and smiling at each other inbetween breaths.

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eomgelic

hi!!!! coming back because i just saw a really concerning post!!!! this user @/hungrilymercilessghoul is posting smut of the 09z in cortis.

this is so disgusting on so many levels, seonghyeon is a minor. writing any sexual content of him IS illegal, it’s literally child pornography (doesn’t matter if you are a minor aswell = it still is sexual content of someone who is not legal age).

besides that fact, it is just incredibly disgusting. i’m going to mention something i said in an earlier post on this ↓

idols aren't objects to be used for weirdos sexual fantasies. anyone saying "you can just ignore" / "just scroll" is apart of the problem. releasing and giving access for sexual content of minors or people who are barely legal is giving an outlet for pedos or people with bad intentions, and it makes you apart of the problem. all this content is in a space where minors (a majority of cortis's fanbase are incredibly young) will be exposed to that sort of content. it's inappropriate.

please report, block, and do not engage with anyone making this content! to anyone consuming / providing this content, seriously get a job!!! you’re disgusting!!! and if you can’t get a job, get offline cause you’re probably too young to be on here anyways.

dream job - zhao james yufan

⤷ written + smau, idol!james x intern!fem!reader ˎˊ˗

synopsis you just recently got accepted to do an internship at bighit company, getting the opportunity to work for cortis but there’s a certain someone that might get in the way of you and your job.

contains dual pov, fluff, forbidden love(?), workplace tension, fictional staff member names ─── ★ warnings: cursing, intended lowercase/not proofread, kissing! | ❤︎⁠ wc: 2.1k

authors note lowkey based off of these tiktoks i keep seeing (example 1, 2, 3) yepp but this one was lowk hard to write idkk

y/ns pov:

they said you’d have to be either happily married or exclusively attracted to women in order to get this internship. youre neither and yet here you are.

when applying for this internship, you didn’t know what to expect. and even after finding out that you were going to be working for cortis at bighit company, you still had no expectations. whatsoever.

however, your job consisted mainly of planning out schedules, occasionally stepping in as make up artist, filming and coming up with content ideas etc.

when you first met all the members, you got along with all of them pretty quickly. anytime you film content together, you had a blast joking around with them. especially when it involved james.

even though his presence always made you stop in your tracks, for instance, whenever he enters the room, you end up forgetting everything you wanted to say, causing every word to come out in a stutter.

there were literally times were you actively tried to avoid seeing him alone, to prevent any sort of humiliation infront of him. but still, you can’t help but fall for him.

but despite all your best efforts, you also can’t seem to steer clear from him and those tingly feelings he causes, which was hard when you kept trying your best not to let your personal desires get in the way of this opportunity.

cortis was currently performing on stage, while you were backstage trying your best to stay sane.

because the most thrilling part of it all was being backstage, being able to witness each of their music show performances, because no matter how hard you tried to deny it, the sight of seeing james perform always made your knees weak and let the butterflies in your stomach loose.

an effect, which only he had on you.

they had just finished performing ‘acai’ and before they continued on with their show, they took a quick break off stage to reenergize.

you watched each of them walk down the stairs behind the curtain, but your gaze fixated once james appeared, who was understandably sweaty and out of breath.

the other staff members rushed towards them with their towel, trying to pat their sweat away.

one of the crew members handed you a towel as well, even though that had never been part of your job before. which you didn’t mind, until you noticed james eyes fall onto the cloth in your hand.

he started walking up to you, assuming you were supposed to do the same thing everyone else around you did.

he greeted you with a smile, evidently still out of breath and unable to utter any additional words.

james untwisted the lid of his water bottle as he kept getting closer to you.

you leaned towards him, holding up the towel hesitantly, and taking a deep breath before you start tapping the cloth onto his face down to his neck.

for whatever reason he refused to take his gaze off of you. consequently, you couldn’t help but stare back. with every move, your eyes became more and more drawn towards him.

as you moved the wet towel down onto his neck, you were able to feel every single one of his breaths, realizing that your soft tapping had been slowly soothing his breathing.

the intense eye contact between you both had stopped abruptly due to another staff member exclaiming, “cortis is back on in five!”

“thank you, y/n” james said quickly, but still sincerely before he headed back to the stage alongside his members.

you were taken aback, simply by that small act of james calling you by your name. you never noticed him calling any other staff member by their name.

you don’t even remember ever telling him your name. how were you on first name basis already?

surely, there must be a legal branch of contract that wouldn’t even allow us to be on first name basis.

james’ pov:

our performance had just ended, so now we were in the dressing room, preparing and waiting until we go out on stage as special mcs.

all the other members had already gotten their makeup redone expect for me, since i insisted on going last.

for reasons that seem quite silly.

i figured that by the time it was my turn to get my makeup fixed, y/n would’ve probably finished her conversation with our manager by then, and i’d be able to ask her for help.

no shade to all the other makeup artists, they’re exceptional at what they do. they just don’t look at me the way that she does.

i see how that might come across as desperate but honestly any chance i can get to be close to her, i will take.

while i sat in my designated makeup chair, i saw through the mirror, that y/n had been finishing off her talk with our manager.

so as she was walking back, i turned my head around, more enthusiastically as intended, catching her slightly off guard.

”hey, y/n.” i said, grinning.

“hi, james?” she responded, furrowing her eyebrows, clearly confused by my sudden greeting.

“sorry, are you busy right now?”

“no, not anymore. why?”

“okay good, because i was wondering if you were able to retouch my makeup?”

i could tell, she was a bit thrown off by that request. she looked around, looking for the actual makeup artists, who to my luck were not present at the moment.

“yeah, sure.” she then replied hesitantly but with a soft smile on her face.

having her face be so close to mine was oddly intimidating. yet she still made it feel comfortable. neither of us had to be talking continuously, the occasional silence in between wasn’t awkward nor unbearable. it was comforting.

the soft and lingering touch of her fingers faintly brushing against my face, had me swallowing harshly whenever she’d get closer to put on more makeup.

“what were you and park eunwoo talking about before?”

“hm? park eunwoo?” she questioned.

“yeah, weren’t you just talking to him?”

“ohh, the manager.”

“is that not his name..?”

“it’s park eungyeol.”

“oh my god, i am the worst at remembering names.. if you couldn’t already tell.” i said while my cheeks were actively adapting to every shade of red, making it abundantly clear how humiliated i was.

i noticed her lightly biting her lip, contemplating whether to say something or not.

“you remembered my name.” she then said discreetly, barely above a whisper.

i smiled at the thought of her feeling flustered, because i knew her name. “okay correction. im not good at remembering names that aren’t worth remembering.”

she giggled in response.

“wait— don’t tell him i said that.” i added lightheartedly but still genuinely distressed.

she nodded jokingly, while still chuckling at my statement.

strands of her hair gently fell down, covering her face slightly, covering my view.

i impulsively brought up my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

i could tell she was sort of taken aback by that move at first, but her face softened quickly. she cleared her throat, “ah, thank you.”

at the airport

wired headphones in, listening to chet baker, constantly checking if i have my passport with me, replaying every moment in which yn and i exchanged glances.

while trying my best to ignore the paparazzi.

i don’t think i will ever get used to the flashing lights. it’s nonstop. during our debut days, i tried enjoying the constant spotlight on me.

now, i came to the conclusion that i don’t have to pretend. i don’t have to keep acting like this is something i enjoy, when this has been the most dreadful part of it all. and i most certainly don’t have to to feed into peoples delusions or perception of me.

‘they’re just doing their job’ is what our crew keep telling us, but when and why has it become socially acceptable for grown adults to follow young teenagers around for a living?

i probably shouldn’t feel as irritated as i do anytime someone with a camera twice the size of their own face is walking towards us. but i do.

and ive just become even more irritated.

i freeze and turn down the volume of my music as soon as i heard concerned shouting from behind.

our manager brushed past me in a rush. i turn around, wanting to know what was going on as well. i wish i hadn’t.

because now i’ve been met with the sight of y/n tumbling over due to being pushed too harshly back and forth by a crowd full of ruthless paparazzi.

they hadn’t even noticed that they were persistently pushing her. not until our manager started scolding them atleast.

i felt my fist clinch up. i wanted to do something so badly but i knew whatever i would do now would lead to excessive media training, emergency meetings and a twitter scandal in the future.

juhoon showed up beside me, “she’ll be fine. don’t interfere.” he whispered quietly, so quietly only i could hear him.

he took me by my arm, leading me back to the other members, so i wouldn’t keep worriedly staring at her.

it felt wrong, not doing anything, not helping her.

y/ns pov:

you and james rarely talked this casually to each other, especially over text. usually it’s just you updating him on scheduling and filming.

well there was one occurrence, in which he also texted you during the middle of the night also asking if you were awake. seems like his second strike.

just last time he didn’t actually come over to your hotel room, unlike today.

knock.

you unlock the door, to see james standing infront of you.

you were legitimately surprised at him visiting your hotel room for reasons he still hasn’t disclosed with you yet.

“hi.” you say.

“hey.”

“may i ask, what you’re doing here? are there any ulterior motives and alternate agendas?”

“wow wow wow, aren’t you going to let me in first?”

you giggle and shake your head, before moving aside to let him in.

something about this, made you feel guilty inside. as if you and him were breaking rules.

but you weren’t, there’s nothing happening or going to happen here, right?

“i just wanted to ask if you were okay.” he said, while examining your room.

“yes i am, why wouldn’t i be?”

“you know, because of earlier at the airport.”

“oh that happens all the time. i’ve gotten used to it.”

he turned around, furrowing his eyebrows.

“you shouldn’t be used to it, though.” he said in all seriousness, clearly worried by my statement.

you knew he was right, because it bothered you too, but you assumed not putting up with their behavior would make you seem entitled. that’s why you just let it slide.

james was now standing infront of your desk, scanning through all of the stuff you have on it. you walk over to the table, joining him.

he turns to you, with the hotels greeting card addressed to you, in his hand. “that’s your last name?” he asks.

“yep, make sure you don’t forget.”

“oh i won’t, i promise.” he said smirking to himself, looking over to you, fixating his gaze.

that look on his face wasn’t unfamiliar. it was a gaze filled with desire.

he took a small step closer, which pressed you against the side of the table.

“james.” you utter softly, looking away, trying to stop yourself from regretting something.

“hm?” he reached down and grabbed your waistband, pulling you even closer.

your brain was trying to comprehend what was going on, but his distracting face, made it impossible. so you give in.

his eyes were now all you could see. his voice was just a breath between you as he said, “if you want me stop, tell me to stop and i’ll stop.”

you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t hold back and be cool even if you tried. you wanted this— him, more than anything.

he let one hand go of your waist and slid it up the sides of your face until he was holding it in his palm.

he lowered his mouth and leaned in slowly.

he wasn’t in a rush. he took it all in, savoring every part of you and you let him.

you kept tangling your fingers in his hair, trying your best to stay sane, while it made him go insane. his breath stuttered and he let out a sigh as he grinned against your mouth.

your forehead brushed against his, as you murmured, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

he let go of your lip, “you’re right.”

your breathing stopped for a bit, you didn’t feel the relief you were hoping to feel.

james brought his hand from your face down to your neck, “but do you wanna do this?” he asks.

you nod. not even capable of uttering any words.

“good. me too.” he says, before finding his way back to your lips, tightening his grip back on your waist.

the kiss changed as soon as you both stopped holding yourselves back.

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inappropriate writers in the coerblr community below

make sure to report people like @/juhoon-cortyis3 and spread awareness for other blogs like this. theyre writing smut for multiple members of cortis and some people are even asking for more.

no, I will not just scroll because I dont like it and your blog should not be a "safe space" for people who to read inappropriate thing about literal children..

it is genuinely disgusting how freaked out certain people are becoming about teens. please if you have these thoughts about minors you genuinely need help.

there are even multiple twitter accounts dedicated to making ai/reposting pictures of cortis. such as @/yourewife273 and &/xtedgoon. warning: these accounts are very explicit. please be sure to only report and not view anything.

regardless of being the same age or near, it does not make it okay. get educated and stop using this stupid excuse to justify your weirdo behaviors.