— her nationality is korean + chinese, she was born in singapore and raised in singapore for awhile before moving back to korea.
— her korean fathers side is from busan, while her mother is chinese.
— she plays instruments such as the violin, piano, guitar, and drums.
— being in cortis means being an all-rounder, but yeonmi excels mostly in singing/rapping.
— in the group, she’s the second eldest. only second to james.
— fans call her the ‘oldest sister’ of cortis, a lot of people say her personality is ‘mature’, ‘responsible’, and ‘cool-headed.’
— yeonmi had been training under SM entertainment for 5 years, ever since she was 13. not long before she was moved.
— as to what she chose to sing for her audition, she sang ‘solo’ by clean bandit and demi lovato.
— she's a really quick learner, especially in dancing or anything in general.
— before becoming an idol, she took up modeling for 3 years before quitting.
— shes the oldest among her siblings, she has two younger twin brothers.
— in school, she was class president every year and was considered very quiet, but responsible
— she once dated a guy for a month before ghosting him as a means of ‘breaking up’ (they were classmates and she didn’t know how to communicate with him about breaking up)
— yeonmi consider’s her fashion taste as ‘classy’ but a mix of ‘y2k’ and ‘punk’, which doesn’t differ that much from the boy’s fashion taste.
— she loves collecting monchichi’s.
— she loves taking pictures. she thought of becoming a photographer before.
A/N this whole blog is dedicated to my oc, please know that this is just for fun and respect my work.
synopsis :
→ you take care of everyone in cortis like it’s second nature—but when it finally becomes too much, james is there to remind you that even “mom” needs someone too.
→ the thing about being the “mom” of the group… is that no one really notices when you start running on empty.
you’re used to it—
fixing seonghyeon’s hair before stage, reminding keonho where he left his jacket, handing juhoon water before he even realizes he’s thirsty.
it’s automatic. natural.
you are the one who keeps everything together.
and most days, you don’t mind.
but today feels heavier.
the schedule had been packed—interviews, rehearsals, a last-minute recording—and somehow, you were still the one making sure everyone else was okay.
“Nonna, have you seen my—”
“on the chair,” you answer without even looking up, adjusting martin’s mic pack.
“dad, tell her to stop reading my mind, it’s creepy,” keonho mutters, earning a laugh from the others.
you smile faintly, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
no one notices.
except james.
he always notices.
he watches the way your shoulders are just slightly more tense, the way your voice is softer...not in a gentle way, but in a tired one.
he doesn’t say anything right away.
not in front of everyone.
instead, he waits.
until you’re alone in the hallway, finally getting a second to breathe.
“hey.”
his voice is quiet, careful.
you look up, forcing a small smile. “hey.”
he doesn’t buy it. not for a second.
“you okay?”
“mhm,” you nod quickly. “just tired.”
a lie.
he steps closer anyway, his hand finding yours without hesitation. his thumb brushes over your knuckles like he’s grounding you.
“don’t do that,” he murmurs.
“do what?”
“take care of everyone else and forget about yourself.”
your chest tightens a little at that.
“i’m fine, james. really.”
he tilts his head slightly, eyes soft but unwavering.
“then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”
that’s what breaks it.
not fully—not dramatically.
just a quiet crack.
your eyes sting, and you look away quickly, shaking your head. “I'm not....”
his grip on your hand tightens just a little.
“hey… it’s okay.”
and somehow, hearing that makes it worse.
“i just—” you inhale shakily, trying to find the words. “i don’t know, it’s just a lot today.”
he doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t rush you.
“everyone needs something all the time and i don’t mind, i really don’t but…” you laugh softly, even though it sounds a little broken. “i’m just tired.”
james’ expression softens completely.
without a word, he pulls you into him arms wrapping around you in a way that feels steady, safe, familiar.
you melt into it almost instantly.
“you don’t have to do everything,” he murmurs against your hair.
you shake your head slightly against his chest.
“but if i don’t, things fall apart.”
“no,” he says gently. “they don’t.”
you don’t respond to that.
because part of you still believes it.
his hand moves to the back of your head, holding you there.
“you take care of them,” he continues softly, “but who takes care of you?”
you don’t have an answer.
so he gives you one.
“me.”
your grip tightens slightly on his shirt.
“you don’t have to be the strong one all the time,” he says. “not with me.”
for a moment, everything just… stills.
no noise. no schedules. no expectations.
just him.
you pull back slightly, looking up at him.
“they’re gonna start asking where mom and dad went,” you mumble, trying to lighten the mood.
he smiles a little at that.
“let them.”
you huff quietly. “keonho’s gonna say something annoying.”
“he always does.”
“and seonghyeon’s gonna make it worse.”
“definitely.”
that earns a small, real laugh from you.
james’ smile softens at the sound.
“see,” he says quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, “that’s better.”
you roll your eyes a little, but your shoulders have relaxed now.
“five more minutes?” he asks.
you hesitate… then nod.
“five more minutes.”
and for once, you let yourself have it.
when you walk back in, it doesn’t take long.
“oh—there they are,” keonho grins immediately. “mom, dad, did you miss us?”
you sigh, but there’s no real bite to it.
“what do you need?”
“nothing,” he shrugs. “just felt like calling you mom again.”
“don’t start,” you warn.
“dad, she’s being mean to me,” he adds, turning to james.
james doesn’t even hesitate.
“listen to your mom.”
the room erupts instantly.
you stare at him, betrayed.
“seriously?”
he just smiles—soft, knowing.
and this time, when you shake your head…
you’re not tired anymore.
author’s note :
→ mom & dad cortis agenda is STRONG 😭 keonho and seonghyeon would never let them breathe fr
synopsis : james knows your probably missing your family as much as he misses his, so he plans the day out in order to distract you
This upcoming weekend was finally a time free of schedules or performances. A time where there were no responsibilities expected of you or the other members. The only difference for you is you didn't have family nearby to visit on your few days off.
You weren't super sad about it at first. Who wouldn't be excited about a quiet dorm and no one stealing your snacks. It wasn't until the days leading up to the holiday when your other members began constantly talking about how excited they were to go home that it began to hit you. Hearing them talk about not being able to wait to have their moms homemade cooking or going shopping with their family stirred something in you. It's not like you weren't happy for them. You know from all the days spent in the practice room and all the nights spent in the studio that these boys work hard. They deserved time off to rest and spend time with their loved ones. You just couldn't help but be a little down at the thought of not being able to sleep in your childhood bed and go to eat with your family at your guy's favorite restaurant. However, you found comfort in the fact you were not going to be entirely alone this holiday.
The truth is James knew how you felt. In fact, he was having the same thoughts all throughout this week. Even though you never vocalized it to the team he knew there was a part of you that wasn't as excited about the upcoming days off that you lead on.
He knew you all too well.
So, he made a silent promise to himself to make sure you never had too much time to think about what you could be missing out on.
You woke up on the first day off with a beautiful smell wafting throughout the dorm. It took you a second to process that it must have been someone cooking from the kitchen. On a normal day you would describe the smell that omits from the kitchen as somewhat questionable. Oftentimes smelling something like a mix of smoke and burnt toast. But today it actually smelt… pleasant? Your sleepy body reacted immediately as you made your way to the kitchen to see the source of that delicious smell. As you made your way into the kitchen you were met with the equally delicious image of James in a wife beater and sweats working over the stove. You must have made some noise because he turns around at the sound of you entering with a smile on his face that you wouldn't normally see on him this early in the morning.
“Well good morning sleeping beauty” he greats you with that playful smile
You're used to his playful flirting at this point. It's a ritual that has become normal between the two of you. James gives playful and most of the time, very cheesy, pick up lines to you. And in return you roll your eyes and pretend it has no effect on you.
This is all your relationship can be given the two of you are in the same group and live under the same roof. The two of you both know entertaining this little unspoken thing you guys have is a big no if you want to stay in the company's good graces. That doesn't stop your brain from thinking about him every night before you go to sleep. That also doesn't stop James from his slick little flirty comments like the one he gave right now.
“What's all this for?” you motion towards all the pans he has cooking on the stove and you plant yourself on the counter behind him, successfully ignoring his earlier comment.
“Oh you know, just wanted to make some stuff before it expired” he says dismissively in a way
“James the fridge was literally empty yesterday.” You mention, calling his bluff. You're immediately amused because you can visibly see him trying to backtrack in his head.
“Okay okay I may have stopped by the market for a few things”
“Right a few things, got it”
It was definitely more than a few considering he was using all the stoves for whatever he was concocting. You take this moment to peek around his shoulders from the counter you're perched on to catch a glance of what he's working on. You make note that he got a few breakfast items from your home country that you haven't had a chance to have in a long time. This immediately makes you perk up with excitement.
The closest market that sells this food is at least a 30 min walk. You were caught up in why he would have gone so far just for normal breakfast foods when your thoughts are interrupted.
“Can you get some plates so I can serve these up?”
Breakfast flies by mostly in silence. You were honestly too caught up on the taste of your home food to even think about talking. James obviously liked it too as he scarfed everything down in record time.You would occasionally feel James' eyes on you. Trying to gauge your reaction to the food. If your groans each bite were anything to go off of, he decided his breakfast was a hit. As you guys finished up you offered to do the dishes as a thank you for the amazing breakfast he made. However…
“No no no I can do that” and he's immediately snatching the plates out of your hand and you let out an offended gasp at the speed in which he took the plates from you
“You have to go get ready, the movie starts at 2” he says in a huff like this is the 10th time he's had to remind you. Which is weird to you because this is your first time hearing anything about a movie? You stand there for a second at a loss for words as your brain tries to keep up with this train of events. James turns around from the place he's taken at the sink to wash the dishes and he notices your shocked expression but continues his nonchalant act.
“You better hurry, we can't be late. You know I love watching the trailers”
So now here you guys are at the movies, popcorn and slushie in hand. James got you guys tickets to some action movie full of explosions and fast cars. You honestly weren't giving too much attention to the movie anyways. All that was plaguing your mind was James' actions today. It isn't like James was ever mean to you by any means. But today he's been nothing but extra attentive and kind. He even snuck in some packs of your favorite candy to snack on during the film. It's not like it's out of James' character to be nice. No, what was messing with you was that all of his actions had you feeling what a 10 year old girl would call “butterflies in your stomach”. I mean you felt like a little girl with her first recess crush right now. Breath catching in your throat because you're sitting right next to him. Hands brushing in the popcorn bucket like a cheesy 90’s romcom. His presence in the seat next to you in the theater is almost suffocating. It's almost like James can feel the nerves radiating off of you when he finally takes a hold of your hand.
His touch is light as he places his hand on top of yours on the divider between your seats. He drags his thumb on the inside of your palm in a way that seems like he's trying to calm you. However, you can feel his heart racing from the pulse going through his hand as he keeps his gaze fixed on the movie screen.
His touch does calm your nerves but it does absolutely nothing for those butterflies that have made themselves at home in your stomach.
His touch only leaves once the credits roll and you're making your way out of the theater.
As you guys are leaving the theater, there is a very heated discussion happening between the two of you on what rating you'd give the movie on letter boxed.
“There was just way too much going on. It was definitely a 3 for me”
“WHAT are you kidding me that was at leastt a 3 and a half. It was shot so beautifully”
“Yeah well the shots are overshadowed by the horrible dialogue. Who talks like that??”
Your discussion is halted when you spot a sweet shop across the street and an idea pops into your head.
“James we need to go check that place out” you say like it's the best idea you've ever had.
When james looks to were your pointing at you see his face light up before something comes over him and his expression becomes almost apologetic
“Nahhh I was thinking of going to that one place you've been wanting to go for dinner”
This puzzles you, “But every time I've suggested that place for dinner you and the boys always say no”
“Its always good to try new things”
You could smell something fishy about the tone in his voice. From living with him for months you could tell when he was lying.
“James when have you literally ever said no to sweets” you say matter of factly.
“y/n im not a kid. I can resists sweet treats if i want to”
“Well now I know your lying”
This seemed to stump him as he took a few seconds to redirect his train of thought. As he took a second to pause, you began to make your way across the street to the sweet shop. Determined to take a look and find something that James might want in order to change his mind. James is immediately on your tail, grabbing your hand to stop you.
“No please y/n this wasn't part of the plan”
This stops you in your tracks. What was that supposed to mean? Plan? Was there some kind of plan surrounding today that you weren't aware of? It seems like he realizes his slip up as he immediately begins throwing out explanations to make up for his words.
“What I mean is that we're gonna go get cheesecake after dinner. Remember? you said it was your favorite.”
You remember that conversation he's referring to. There was a day when everyone was sharing foods they hated and cheesecake was the food James chose, something about the crust being the only good part. That was when you told him all about why it was your favorite dessert. You're surprised he remembers that conversation since it was kind of overshadowed by the craziness that ensues when the whole team is together and everyone is talking at once. Yelling over each other to get a word in.
“You don't even like cheesecake though” you say almost like a question. Confused on why he was so insistent.
“Yeah but you said it reminds you of when you were home and you would have it with your family to celebrate big days”
That's when everything clicked. The breakfast with your favorite foods, going out to see a movie, finally going to that one dinner place, all of it. This was all James' effort to make you feel better about not being home for your day off. You're immediately softened.
“James” you let out in a whisper. Its all your able to let out as your emotions began to overflow
You almost can't believe that he would really go through all this trouble to make your day off exciting.
James can tell by the look on your face and the tone of your voice that you've figured it all out. He closes the gap between you guys as he takes your hands.
“I just want today to be perfect for you.” he says gently, not needing to speak loudly since you guys are so close. “So can we please head over for dinner before it gets too late” he lets out in one big breath.
You realize in this moment that James truly is a selfless person. He planned out this whole day to ensure you never had time to feel bad about not being home. But in doing so did he forget about himself?
“James as much as I appreciate everything you've done for me today, what about you?” you ask as you squeeze his hands that have yours in a grasp.
“Huh”
“Today's your day off too you should be spending it doing things you enjoy aswell” Why would he spend this whole day finding things to distract you when he could have been out shopping or getting treats, things he would actually enjoy doing. As you give your reasoning, you can tell by the quizzical look he's giving you that he doesn't quite understand the point you're trying to make. “im just saying, you spent so much time today babysitting me im sure there many things you'd much rather be doing”
He shakes his head at your words
“I'm not babysitting you y/n.” he states firmly. You realize now that he's been slowly inching his way forward. Somehow closer than he was before. Your hands still in his grasp, he moves one hand up to reach towards your face. Your breath catches in your throat as he puts a hair that's fallen behind your ears. “Everything I did today was because I wanted to do it.” he says definitively
“Yes of course I miss being home-” You're saddened by his words. Here you were so caught up in the thrill of spending your day with James that you never stopped to think what this day might feel like for him. Your hands travel up to his forearms as you go to comfort him.
“-But being in your company, i-it makes me feel safe and I forget about all my worries. Whether we're eating together or watching movies or even having stupid arguments, all I see is you. I wouldn't have wanted to spend my day any other way. To me you are home y/n.”
By the time he finishes his speech your hands have found their way to the sides of his face pulling him even closer. He worked himself up with his words so you can feel his quickened breath brush your face. Your eyes find their way to his only to find them already looking at your lips.
You feel his hands drop from your forearms to your waist pulling you in, eliminating any gap between you two. Then your eyes finally meet and it's like all the emotions that have been bubbling between you guys for the last couple of months have finally boiled over. He doesn't have to say it for you to know that the soft look on his eyes is his way of asking if he can take control and finally close the distance between your lips.
Before you know it you're tilting up to meet him halfway when your lips finally connect. A little squeak escapes you at the feeling. There's a moment of astonishment before you soften into the contact. The kiss was deep and quick as you both chase each other's touch. Caught up in the moment, you break apart quickly as it hits you both that you're still in a public place.
As you both take a step away and take a second to catch your breath you also take a moment to gauge each other's reactions to the kiss. There's a slight feeling of doubt in the air as you both are somewhat terrified that the other didn't enjoy it the same way they did. But the second your eyes met for a second time and you saw just how fidgety James had become, you knew.
In the blink of an eye you're taking James hand in yours and leading him into the sweet shop just a few paces away and any doubt either of you had is gone.
“So how about a cheesecake for me and a Purin for you” you state playfully
You look up to him as you walk for an answer and catch James' expression of pure admiration. He gives a curt little nod as he follows you into the shop.
In the end he honestly succeeded in his goal. Because as you looked back on the past 24 hours you couldn't think of a single time where you felt down thinking of home. In fact, the only thing you could recall racking your brain all throughout the day, was James.
James and his endless kindness. James and his light touches. He was the one who brought you comfort and made you laugh. You didn't even have to think about how you couldn't travel home because he brought home to you.
authors note: Thank you guys for all the love on my first work! I appreciate all your guys comments. I hope we can interact more!! if you haven't seen my pinned post I am a college student so updates will most likely only come on the weekends when I have time but I will definitely post whenever I can :)
hi!! sorry that i haven’t posted much on here, i’ve been mainly focusing on my (wattpad) story about my oc, which you should DEFINITELY read if ur interested…
this tumblr account is mainly for short stories about my oc and the boys, so if you read the wattpad fanfic, you’ll definitely get a better understanding of my oc lol
hi!! sorry that i haven’t posted much on here, i’ve been mainly focusing on my (wattpad) story about my oc, which you should DEFINITELY read if ur interested…
this tumblr account is mainly for short stories about my oc and the boys, so if you read the wattpad fanfic, you’ll definitely get a better understanding of my oc lol
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒ㅤ ─── your boyfriend loves kissing your shoulder every chance he gets
★ bf ! james × fem!reader
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˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! BACK WITH ANOTHER JAMES FIC EHEH! IM SO OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF SHOULDER KISSES AND JAMES YKYK 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
You had always thought of James as a silly guy.
Not just a little funny, either, he was the loud, chaotic kind of funny. The kind that filled a room before he even opened his mouth. The kind of person who could turn the most normal moment into something ridiculous without even trying.
James never did anything quietly.
His laugh was loud and bright, the kind that made people look over from across the room. When something amused him, he didn’t hide it—he threw his head back, shoulders shaking as he laughed like the moment was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced.
He told exaggerated stories with wild hand gestures, acting everything out like he was performing for an audience, even if it was just you sitting across from him.
And somehow, you always ended up laughing.
It showed in the way he made dramatic comments about the smallest inconveniences.
If he dropped something on the floor, he’d gasp like the world had ended.
If his drink was slightly too sweet, he’d squint at the cup suspiciously like it had personally betrayed him.
“Unbelievable,” he’d mutter dramatically, shaking his head while you giggled beside him.
James had a way of making everything feel lighter.
Sometimes he’d say something so ridiculous that you’d stare at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter. Meanwhile he would sit there with the most satisfied grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for getting that reaction out of you.
He loved making you laugh.
Loved hearing the way your giggles filled the space between you.
But for all his chaotic energy around other people, James had a softer side too.
He didn’t speak unless he had something to say. His presence was gentle, comfortable, the kind that didn’t demand attention but still somehow pulled you toward him anyway.
But with you?
James was different.
Softer.
Playful in his own quiet way.
A little clingy, though he’d probably deny it if anyone pointed it out.
And apparently… very obsessed with kissing your shoulder.
You didn’t realize it at first.
The first time it happened, it felt so natural that your brain barely registered it.
You and James were sitting on the couch in the living room, the soft glow of the TV lighting the room in shifting colors. Some show played in the background, something neither of you were actually paying attention to.
Your legs were tangled together lazily across the couch cushions, his long legs stretched out while yours rested over them. You leaned back comfortably against his chest, your body fitting against him like you’d been sitting like this forever.
James’ arm rested loosely around your waist, his hand absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your side through the fabric of your shirt.
The room was quiet except for the low voices from the television and the occasional rustle when one of you shifted.
Then you felt it.
A soft press of warmth against your shoulder.
Your body stilled for a moment.
The kiss was light, so gentle you might have missed it if you weren’t leaning against him. His lips barely lingered, brushing your skin before pulling away.
You blinked slowly.
Your eyes shifted to the side as you tilted your head just enough to glance back at him.
James looked completely normal.
His eyes were fixed on the TV, his expression calm, almost distracted like he was actually invested in whatever scene was playing. His arm was still wrapped around you, his fingers idly resting against your waist.
If you hadn’t felt it yourself, you might’ve thought you imagined it.
“…Hi James,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.
He hummed in response.
Not looking away from the TV.
Just a quiet, content sound vibrating from his chest.
You watched him for a second longer, studying his face like you were trying to catch him doing something suspicious.
Nothing.
He just sat there, relaxed and warm behind you, like nothing unusual had happened.
Eventually you shrugged slightly and leaned back against him again. People kissed their partners all the time, right? Foreheads, cheeks, hands, shoulders.
It wasn’t weird, it was normal, comfortable, even.
So you didn’t think much of it.
You focused back on the TV, though your mind was still a little distracted.
James shifted slightly behind you, adjusting the way he sat so his chin hovered closer to your shoulder.
Then—
Another soft press of lips right against the same spot.
You blinked again, that time it was unmistakable.
Your eyes slowly drifted to the side as if your body moved before your brain did.
James still looked completely unfazed.
His gaze remained on the TV, his expression neutral, though if you looked closely you could see the faintest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
You narrowed your eyes slightly.
“…You okay James?”
He didn’t even look at you.
“Yeah.”
The answer was so casual it almost made you laugh. You turned your head a little more, trying to catch his face. “James.”
He hummed again, still pretending to be very invested in the show.
Your lips pressed together as you tried not to smile. “You’re weird.”
That finally got his attention. His eyes flickered down toward you, warm and amused.
Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned forward slightly, and kissed your shoulder again.
This time slower.
Your breath hitched just a little in surprise.
His lips were warm, lingering there for half a second before he pulled away again like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You stared at him.
James simply blinked back at the TV like he hadn’t just done anything.
A quiet smile crept onto your face. “…Okay,” you murmured to yourself.
You didn’t stop him.
And ten seconds later— He did it again.
At first, you assumed it was a one-time thing. Just a random, affectionate moment that happened because you were close to him.
It wasn’t, it slowly became… a habit. A very persistent habit.
At first, you didn’t really notice how often it happened. It slipped into your routine so naturally that it took a while before you realized it wasn’t just occasional affection, it was something James did constantly.
If you were sitting next to him on the couch, it didn’t take long before his body leaned closer to yours. His arm would slide around your waist, pulling you into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. You would be halfway through talking about something, your day, something you saw online, some random story, when suddenly you’d feel it.
The warm brush of his lips against your shoulder.
You’d pause for half a second, blinking slightly before continuing your sentence like nothing happened.
Sometimes he didn’t even look at you when he did it. His eyes stayed on the TV, or his phone, or whatever conversation you were both having. Like his body had just decided on its own that your shoulder deserved a kiss.
If you were cooking in the kitchen, it happened there too.
You would be standing by the stove stirring something or chopping vegetables, completely focused on what you were doing when suddenly you’d feel arms slip around your waist from behind.
James.
Always James.
His chest would press against your back as he leaned his weight into you comfortably, like he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
“James,” you’d sigh, though there was no real annoyance in your voice.
“Hi, baby,” he’d reply, voice muffled slightly because his face was already buried near your shoulder.
Then, a slow, lazy kiss right where your shoulder met your neck.
Sometimes he’d linger there for a second, his nose brushing your skin before he kissed you again.
You’d usually just laugh softly, shaking your head while trying to continue whatever you were doing.
“Are you helping or just standing there?”
“Just wanted to be with you,” he’d answer without shame, and then he’d kiss your shoulder again.
If you were lying in bed scrolling on your phone, the habit followed you there too.
You’d be stretched across the mattress, propped up against the pillows while the soft glow of your screen lit up your face. James would flop down beside you dramatically, complaining about how tired he was, how unfair life was, how he deserved a nap after doing absolutely nothing.
Within minutes he’d end up pressed against your side.
His head would rest against your shoulder like it belonged there.
Like it had always belonged there.
Then, kiss.
You wouldn’t even look up from your phone.
Another kiss.
You’d shift slightly so he was more comfortable.
Another one.
They were never rushed, just soft, absentminded little presses of his lips against your skin, the kind that felt as natural as breathing.
Eventually you started noticing it everywhere.
When you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom and he walked up behind you. When you were sitting at the dining table. When you were folding laundry together. When you were half-asleep and he pulled you closer.
Your shoulder had somehow become James’ favorite place to be.
At first you didn’t say anything, you didn’t question it, you just blinked whenever it happened, a little confused but never bothered.
Sometimes you’d glance at him with a small smile, wondering if he even realized he was doing it.
Most of the time, he probably didn’t, it seemed instinctive. Like whenever he was close enough, his lips just… found your shoulder.
But after a while…
Something changed, you started expecting it. Your body would subtly lean into him without you realizing, giving him easier access.
When he walked up behind you, you’d already know what was coming. And when his lips finally brushed your shoulder again.
You’d feel a small warmth bloom in your chest. So gentle that it made your heart soften every single time. Before you even realized it, you had started liking it, a lot.
That afternoon the sunlight spilled softly through the bedroom window, filling the room with warm golden light. The curtains swayed slightly with the breeze, and the quiet hum of the world outside drifted faintly through the glass.
You sat cross-legged on the bed, your hands absentmindedly picking at a loose thread on the blanket as you talked.
James sat behind you, long legs stretched out across the mattress while your back rested comfortably against his chest.
His arms wrapped loosely around your waist, one of his hands resting lazily on your stomach while the other fiddled with the edge of the blanket beside you.
His chin rested on your shoulder. You barely noticed anymore, it had become your normal.
“…and then I swear she was staring at me like she expected me to agree with her,” you said, your voice animated as you explained the story. “But like—why would I agree with that?”
James didn’t interrupt. He just listened quietly, his breath warm against the side of your neck.
“…like I get that she’s upset but she literally hasn’t said anything to him,” you continued, waving one hand as you spoke. “How is he supposed to know what she’s thinking if she—”
kiss.
Your voice didn’t stop. You simply giggled softly under your breath like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“…if she keeps acting like everything’s fine,” you continued without missing a beat. Your fingers played with the blanket, twisting the fabric between them.
James stayed quiet behind you, his cheek brushing lightly against your shoulder.
“…so I told her that honestly—”
kiss.
You smiled slightly.
“…that honestly she should just tell him instead of complaining about it to everyone else.”
James’ arms tightened around your waist just a little, pulling you closer into him.
“…because if she doesn’t say anything he’s not gonna—”
kiss.
Your shoulders lifted slightly as a soft hum slipped out of you without permission.
James’ lips curved into a smile against your skin.
“…gonna magically figure it out,” you finished, shaking your head.
For a moment the room went quiet, you blinked. Then you turned your head slightly, glancing back at him.
“…Are you even listening to me?”
James blinked slowly, like he’d just been caught doing something he definitely wasn’t ashamed of.
“Of course I am.”
You squinted at him suspiciously. “What did I just say then?”
Instead of answering right away, James leaned forward again.
kiss.
Right on your shoulder.
You narrowed your eyes. “James.”
He chuckled softly.
“You said,” he started lazily, his voice low near your ear, “that your friend should stop complaining to everyone else and actually talk to the guy she likes.”
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “…Okay wow.”
James grinned.
“You were listening.”
“I always listen,” he said. His fingers traced small circles against your stomach absentmindedly. “Especially when you’re yapping.”
You gasped dramatically. “I do not yap.”
“You absolutely yap.”
You turned slightly to glare at him.
James only smiled wider.
Then he leaned forward again.
kiss.
Your shoulder warmed instantly. You sighed, but there was no real annoyance behind it.
“Whatever.”
James just chuckled under his breath, and kissed your shoulder one last time.
๑⠀ synopsis ⠀ after meeting and moving in with her new teammates, lee yeonmi experiences a very entertaining first night with them
경고 long story ahead … profanity 6th member oc au
yeonmi’s first night in her new apartment and teammates was hectic. the walls weren't thin, but they werent sound-proof. yeonmi had to endure every single voice bleeding through them; it was nightmare fuel. martin, keonho, and seonghyeon's obnoxious screeches... this'll have to be something that she'll will have to adjust to, considering that their rooms are near each other. personally, she is more compatible with quieter spaces rather than loud ones, but since she is literally in a group full of teenage boys, she has no other choice but to suck up.
yeonmi, feeling bored and strangely adventurous, decides to shift rooms. the idea comes to her without much resistance— to see what the actual fuck was the problem for the boy’s to be screaming so loudly.
as she walks down the corridor, the sound reaches her first. laughter— loud and unrestrained— overlapping with shouting. something or someone falls down, another voice protests dramatically. with every step closer to their door, the noise grows more like chaos barely contained by four walls.
when she finally reaches the doorway, she pauses in her tracks.
the room looks as if it had been caught in the middle of a catastrophe. clothes are scattered carelessly across the floor, toys lie abandoned in places they clearly do not belong, tissues— far too many to be considered normal— are littered everywhere without explanation.
what is happening.
keonho's frightened eyes got to yeonmi first, and he yells from instinct. "yeonmi! HELP MEEE" keonho screeches, as toyguns were firing his way from martin and seonghyeon who laugh like animals. yeonmi, on the other hand, feels like a deer seeing headlights.
'is this normal?' she questions herself, looking at the scene worriedly. having been raised in a household where it was mostly quiet, and manners were respected, this was... not really her cup of tea. she slowly walks away from the room and retreats to the kitchen to get a quick snack.
when yeonmi returns from the kitchen, the atmosphere has shifted.
the boys are still laughing, but the battlefield is slowly being recovered. seonghyeon kneels on the floor, picking up what had been scattered. keonho is refolding clothes with surprising diligence. martin inspects the room, making sure nothing remains out of place.
"you guys scream like mooses..." yeonmi comments, her voice calm but carrying an edge of amusement, cutting through the subdued laughter.
martin laughs, a full, unabashed sound. "sorry if we're loud," he says, a shrug accompanying the words that seems almost casual but betrays pride in their antics. yeonmi lightly shrugs back, a small acknowledgment passing over her lips. "just don't be too loud," she adds, and the boys nod collectively, an unspoken agreement between them.
"is there something you need?" martin asks, approaching her after adjusting a few items on his nightstand.
as he approached her, yeonmi forgot for a second that this dude was 6'3, whilst she stood at 5'7. she was frightened by having to bend her neck all the way to the sky just to look at martin.
"yeah, uh... i should probably get introduced to my teammates, hm?" she says, offering a sheepish smile.
"ohh! right, right." martin agrees, pointing his hand as if to punctuate his agreement. "well, for starters you already know keonho. i hope you guys got along well." martin gestures to keonho, who gives them a cheeky smile.
"this guy over here— seonghyeon— he's also an 09." martin yanks seonghyeon by the shoulder and shows him off as if presenting a trophy, the boy laughing along with the display.
"i believe your birthday is on... january 13?" martin shakes him lightly. "yeah, yeah," seonghyeon responds, laughing it off without complaint.
“so, him and keonho are the only ‘09 liners in the group.”
"and you're january 1 09, if i remember?" martin then points his pointer finger to yunmi, who nods, followed by a shy laugh. “which makes her the second oldest.”
"ah. so, you have to wait a full year for your birthday?" seonghyeon teases, while yeonmi sighs audibly, recalling that keonho had already made the same joke.
"the second joke today, yeah! i do have to wait a full year, and so do you." she adds almost mockingly, making the whole room echo with laughter.
martin folds his arms, gaze fixed on her. "what got you the idea to visit our room?"
"i was feeling kind of bored. i didn't have anything to do, so i figured i should get to know my teammates more." she says, her answer mature and precise, almost too much for them to expect.
martin nods, a snap of his fingers follows. "you should get to know james and juhoon—they're in the other room. come on!"
before yeonmi could respond, martin grabs her arm, leading her out with keonho and seonghyeon behind, leaving their half-messy room behind.
martin bangs on the door, swinging it open. and the sight that followed was not pleasing to yeonmi’s eyes. james, in his damn underwear, on his phone. and juhoon wrapped like a dumpling on his bed. yeonmi instantly covers her eyes— but not before a flicker of james registers in her vision.
"WAHH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?" james screams like a girl, kicking the plushies off the bed and quickly covering his lowerhalf with his comforter.
"AND WHAT IS THAT GIRL DOING HERE????"
"chillll man, we're just here to make yunmi more comfortable with us." keonho says, though the embarrassment in the air hangs thick.
"COMFORTABLE? YOU MEAN EMBARRASSING ME?”
"put on some fucking pants then!" martin yells, and james reaches out for a pair of pants on his nightstand in the corner, wearing them as quickly as he can but fumbling in the process. he clears his throat, ignoring all the embarrassment that was shown a few minutes ago.
"keep it down..." juhoon moans out through the thick comforter that is wrapped around him, but he is sadly ignored.
"why are you all here?" james eyed them, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "like what keonho said; we're just tryna make yeonmi more comfortable and known." martin re-iterates keonho's remark.
"well, hi new girl. sorry that you had to be met with the sight of my underwear." james huffs, but yeonmi reassures him. "It's fine, i should be the one saying sorry... but i think its martins fault for barging in." yeonmi now pins the blame to martin, who whips his head to the short girl beside him with pure betrayal flickering in his eyes.
"woww, now ur pinning the blame on me? ok." he crosses his arms, looking away from her sassily, yeonmi only giggles from his sassiness. meanwhile, keonho and seonghyeon are inspecting juhoon on his bed, poking him and urging him to get up.
as every member is randomly sitting on the beds of juhoon and jame's shared room, martin's voice calls out.
"right, ok people, lets first set some ground rules in this household!" martin claps his hands to gather everyone's attention—and he succeeds in doing so.
"first: NONE of the guys are allowed to be topless or not wear pants around. this rule needs to be here becuz we have yeonmi as our teammate guys, and shes a girl, we dont wanna make her uncomfortable now, do we?" martin looks at them dead in the eyes, and they all nod their heads slowly.
suddenly, seonghyeon raises his hand. "what if shes alright with it?"
"that is such a stupid question—"
yeonmi interrupts martin, "sure." as soon as she spoke, every single one of the boys turned their heads to her, and their eyes bulged out of pure surprise from what she just said.
"as long as the group is comfortable with each other and we can express ourselves freely, i dont mind. but that only applies when im fully comfortable with you guys." she spoke clearly, her tone full of seriousness. "im still a stranger to everyone, i cant count myself comfortable enough with all of you."
the boys awkwardly to her words, yeonmi just wants to make it fair for their own comfort, as she wouldnt want to suffocate them just because she's a girl.
"okay then, we follow what the lady says." martin then continues with the next rule: "second, we. must. treat. lee yeonmi. with. absolute. fairness."
there was a brief moment of silence, then followed by incoherent noise from the boys.
"we're not stupid, we obviously know that." james remarks.
"shes a member of our group, what makes you think we're gonna treat her like a doormat? just because shes the only girl?" seonghyeon side eyes martin, who just raises his hands in protest.
"well since we all have a clear understanding of that, let's move on to the third rule! third: inform at least one of us where you'll be going before going out."
"fourth: dont do anything weird in public, especially with yeonmi, it will obviously spark some drama online and thats the last thing we want for this group. we havent even debuted yet, so we have to be extra careful outside."
"fifth: there will be a laundry schedule for yeonmi so that our clothes won't get mixed up— i dont wanna see a freakin panty mixed up with my boxers."
"and lastly, sixth: treat each other as brothers and sisters."
the boys' chatter slowly died down after martin finished the last rule, leaving a quiet hum in the room. yeonmi took a deep breath, letting her gaze sweep over each of them. she could tell they were slowly warming up to her, it wasn't obvious— none of them were that transparent— but she noticed the little things. she knew they'd had doubts when they first met her. of course they did. a random girl suddenly inserted into their lineup? anyone would hesitate.
but now, as she watched the way they acted around her— less guarded, less awkward— she could tell they were having second thoughts. and this time, not the bad kind.
in the midst of the silence, seonghyeon was the first to finally break it. "so...yeonmi," he starts, pausing for a moment before continuing. "i really hope, and i speak on behalf of the boys, that we're not making you uncomfortable with how we've been." his eyes flicked toward her, his voice sincere, as if he was genuine with his words.
she shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. "you guys are good, actually, i find myself slowly warming up. sure, there might've been instances where it was awkward *cough* just a moment ago, *cough* and unwelcomed at first, but, so far, i feel slightly comfortable enough already."
juhoon finally dared to glance her way, his gaze lingering a little longer than before. "if anything, we're just really cringe," he added, and yeonmo couldn't help but let out a laugh, the tension dissolving in the warmth of their shared humor.
seonghyeon leaned forward slightly, curiosity overtaking his nerves. "whats your favorite color? i know that when we finally debut, we'll each have respective colors."
"i believe, purple," yeonmi replied, voice confident in her answer. earning positive feedback from the guys.
"ohh, yeah, i heard we'll have respective animals too... yeonmi, if you were an animal, what would you be?" keonho takes his turn to ask her.
yeonmi tilted her head, considering the question. "i dont really know actually... try giving me suggestions," she offered, a small smirk tugging at her lips, curious to see how they'd perceive her.
then, james speaks up. "a swan." the room then fell quiet, all eyes turning to yeonmi to see what might have prompted the comparison.
and sure she does seem like a swan, her long limbs combined with her refined, graceful features, were truly eye-catching, almost similar to james' own features, though softer. not to mention, the way she talks— how mature she speaks and deals with things from what they've seen. swans are meant to embody gracefulness, and she clearly represents that.
"sure, a swan might do."
"since you all asked her a question already— can i ask what nationality you are?" martin has been dying to know what nationality yeonmi was, being the observant guy he is, the refined, distinct features of her face that contrast with the typical kpop idol visuals he had seen countless times before in the industry really stood out, which led him to wonder.
"im half korean and chinese, i was born in singapore and raised there with my family, before moving back here. the korean side of my family is from busan." she answered briefly, voice calm, earning soft awes from the group. james leaned in, intrigued. "you know mandarin?"
"yes! im fluent, in many languages actually," she perked up, enthusiasm coloring her tone. "give us a few that you know," james prompted eagerly.
"i know mandarin, of course. i also know korean, english, malay, and a bit of tamil," she rattled off, confident yet humble.
junhoo lazily exclaims, "wahh, so you're like james but a female version of him."
"really?" she asked, disbelief coloring her tone. keonho leaned over, draping an arm over james' shoulder, chiming in. "yep, this guy knows the same languages that you just listed out, i think he knows thai, mandarin, korean, english, and japanese," he said, eyes meeting hers.
"juhoon also knows chinese, i think he knows more languages." james brings up, turning the attention to the boy who was peacefully laying on his own bed.
martin observed quietly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, impressed at how quickly yeonmi had integrated into the group's rhythm in just a day. 'woah, they clicked way too quick,' he thought, shaking his head slightly but amused. 'its as if yeonmi was built for the chemistry we have.'
even though the boys had been visibly bummed out since day one— finding out their new teammate wasn't what they'd expected at all— martin couldn't ignore what was happening now.
watching it all unfold right in front of him— yeonmi laughing without the hesitation that showed on her face, the boys responding without that weird pause— martin felt a small smile tug at his lips.
but it didn't even last five seconds before a pillow smacked straight into his face.
the impact sent him stumbling backward into the bed, keonho stood on top of the mattress like some victorious diva, laughing with that bright, obnoxious puppy smile of his.
"OH?!" martin shot up instantly, grabbing the nearest weapon—which, unfortunately for juhoon, happened to be the pillow he was peacefully resting on. "you wanna have a pillow fight? i'll show you what a pillow fight is, bitch!"
he swung mercilessly, repeatedly smacking keonho in an attempt to knock him off balance.
suddenly, chaos errupted the moment keonho and martin started fighting with pillows.
seonghyeon, somehow and for no clear reason, got dragged into it and immediately launched himself at james. james retaliated without hesitation. juhoon, caught in the crossfire, flailed his pillow around wildly— and accidentally smacked yeonmi.
the room pauses, a loud ‘ohh’ echoe’d from the boys. juhoon's eyes widened, feeling as if he had hit his own mom. "are you okay? sorry, i didnt mean to hit—"
before juhoon could even finish, he was met with a pillow flying at his face from yeonmi.
and just like that, shrieks, laughter, and muffled insults were thrown between hits. that night, the room was filled with nothing but noise— loud, chaotic, completely unfiltered laughter— the kind that made your stomach hurt.
its as if the six of them were just normal teenagers on a random midnight, having fun. ignoring the fact that they were up-coming idols.
intro uploading … after a legal scandal between SM entertainment and HYBE , lee yeonmi— originally from sm— got moved to hybe, and into the company’s first ever coed group.
