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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏?
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
genre: fluff, angst-but-not-really, dramatic boyfriends
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It starts casually.
Too casually.
You’re both doing something normal scrolling, studying, lying on the couch, existing peacefully and then you turn to him and ask, out of nowhere:
“What would you do if we broke up?”
And every single member of Cortis reacts… differently.
Very differently.
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✧ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 — “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐟?”
It’s late.
Martin is sprawled across the couch, one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone. You’re sitting on the floor between his legs, back resting against his knees while he absentmindedly plays with your hair.
The room is quiet except for the TV humming softly in the background.
You tilt your head up slightly.
“Martin?”
He hums. “Yeah?”
“What would you do if we broke up?”
His hand stops moving immediately.
Silence.
You can physically feel his stare on the top of your head.
“…What?”
You shrug casually like you didn’t just drop a bomb. “I’m just asking.”
Martin leans forward, fingers gripping your shoulders gently so he can see your face.
“What do you mean if?”
“It’s hypothetical.”
Martin squints at you like you just offended him personally.
“Why are we hypothetically breaking up?”
You bite your lip to keep from smiling. “Just answer the question.”
He stares at you for a long second.
Then he leans back slowly.
“I wouldn’t.”
You blink. “You wouldn’t what?”
“Break up.”
“That’s not the question.”
Martin runs a hand through his hair, annoyed now. “Okay but why are we breaking up? Did I cheat? Did you cheat? Did you get tired of me?”
You shake your head quickly. “No! Nothing happened!”
“Then why would we break up?” he presses.
You giggle. “It’s just a question.”
Martin narrows his eyes.
Then he says, quieter this time, “I’d probably lose my mind.”
Your smile fades slightly.
He shrugs like it’s nothing, but his jaw tightens.
“I’d act like I don’t care. I’d say something sarcastic. I’d pretend I’m fine.” He looks down at you. “But I wouldn’t be.”
Your heart squeezes.
Martin’s voice softens. “I don’t do casual. You know that.”
You turn around fully now, kneeling between his legs.
“You’d really lose your mind?”
He cups your face with one hand.
“You’re my person,” he says simply. “I don’t replace my person.”
You melt.
Then, because he’s still Martin, he adds—
“But we’re not breaking up. So don’t ask dumb questions.”
You laugh, leaning into his chest.
“Okay, dramatic.”
He wraps his arms around you tightly.
“Don’t joke like that,” he mutters into your hair.
And he doesn’t let go for a long time.
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✧ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭
James is in the studio, headphones resting around his neck while he adjusts something on his laptop.
You’re sitting nearby, watching him work.
You don’t even know why you ask.
“James?”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up yet.
“What would you do if we broke up?”
He freezes.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just… still.
Slowly, he turns his chair toward you.
“…Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know,” you mumble. “I was just thinking.”
James studies your face carefully like he’s trying to see if you’re secretly unhappy.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
“No! Oh my god, no.”
He exhales softly.
Then he leans back in his chair, thinking.
“I think,” he says slowly, “I’d respect it.”
You blink. “What?”
“If you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t beg.”
That hurts a little.
James notices immediately.
He stands up and walks over to you.
“But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be devastated.”
His hands slide into yours.
“I’d probably throw myself into work. Practice more. Write more. Stay busy so I don’t think about it.”
Your chest tightens.
“And every song would probably be about you,” he admits quietly.
Your eyes soften.
James smiles faintly.
“But I don’t think we’d break up.”
“Why not?”
“Because we talk,” he says gently. “And I choose you. Every day.”
You step closer.
He presses his forehead to yours.
“So don’t scare me like that.”
You whisper, “I’m sorry.”
James kisses you softly.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs.
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✧ 𝐉𝐔𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
You’re both lying in bed.
The lights are off except for a small lamp glowing softly in the corner.
Juhoon is tracing lazy shapes on your arm.
“Juhoon?”
“Yeah?”
“What would you do if we broke up?”
His hand stops instantly.
The room feels heavier.
“…Did I do something?”
“No.”
“Are you unhappy?”
“No!”
Juhoon shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you.
His expression isn’t angry.
It’s worried.
“I wouldn’t fight you,” he says after a moment. “If you were sure.”
You stare at him.
“But I’d wait.”
“Wait?”
He nods slightly.
“I don’t fall out of love quickly.”
Your throat tightens.
“I’d probably still text you to make sure you got home safe,” he adds softly.
You blink back sudden tears.
Juhoon notices.
He immediately pulls you closer.
“Hey. Hey. Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.”
He brushes your hair back.
“If we broke up, I’d still care about you,” he whispers. “That doesn’t just disappear.”
You bury your face in his chest.
Juhoon holds you tightly.
“But I don’t want to break up,” he adds, almost shyly.
You laugh softly. “Good.”
“Good,” he echoes.
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✧ 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭
You’re sitting together at a café.
Seonghyeon is scribbling in his notebook.
You sip your drink casually.
“What would you do if we broke up?”
His pen stops mid-word.
He looks up slowly.
“…Is this research?”
You laugh. “No.”
He studies you carefully.
Then he leans back.
“I’d write about it,” he says honestly.
“Of course you would.”
Seonghyeon smiles faintly.
“I’d romanticize it. Make it sound beautiful so it hurts less.”
Your chest aches.
“I’d pretend it was fate. Or timing. Or something poetic.”
You swallow. “And in reality?”
He closes his notebook.
“In reality, I’d miss you in quiet ways.”
Your breath catches.
“I’d reach for my phone to send you something funny,” he continues softly. “And remember.”
He looks at you gently.
“But I don’t think we’d break up.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never met someone who understands me the way you do.”
You reach across the table, squeezing his hand.
He smiles.
“And if we did?” you ask quietly.
Seonghyeon tilts his head.
“I’d still thank the universe for letting me love you once.”
You nearly cry in the café.
He laughs softly. “Don’t cry. We’re not breaking up.”
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✧ 𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐎 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲
Keonho is mid-game when you ask.
“What would you do if we broke up?”
He dies in the game immediately.
“WHAT.”
You burst out laughing.
He drops the controller.
“Why would you even say that?”
“It’s just a question!”
Keonho stands up dramatically.
“No. No, absolutely not.”
You giggle. “Answer it.”
He crosses his arms, offended.
“I would cry.”
You blink.
“Like… immediately,” he continues. “Ugly cry. Snot and everything.”
You laugh harder.
“I’d post sad stories. Delete them. Post them again. Change my profile picture to something dark.”
“You’re insane.”
“And then I’d show up at your house.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Not to beg,” he says quickly. “Just to make sure you’re okay.”
Your smile softens.
Keonho walks over and crouches in front of you.
“But I don’t want to break up,” he says seriously now.
“I know.”
He grabs your hands.
“So don’t manifest that.”
You laugh, squeezing his fingers.
“Okay.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He relaxes immediately and hugs you tightly.
“Good. Because I’m attached.”
You giggle into his shoulder.
“Very attached.”
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𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
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