whats his FUCKING PROBLEM oh my gosh
seonghyeon i am NOT your strongest soldier 😭🙏🏻
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whats his FUCKING PROBLEM oh my gosh
seonghyeon i am NOT your strongest soldier 😭🙏🏻
do not fuCKING tag it as “angst” if it’s not ANGSTY!
I don’t wanna see no smut with a slightly sad plot while I’m looking for some heart shattering life ending angst ffs!
ever since SISTAR disbanded and SHINee is yet to be back we’re severely lacking in sunshine and leisure anthems but for some reason ITZY is coming to save the day as of lately bc “ice cream” is literally the most addictive bubblegum pop hit of all time ffs what on earth are the jyp producers even having for breakfast (except ice cream obviously)? yuna will be the queen of the summer i’m calling it
i love you, i’m sorry (explicit ver.) — cortis are for…
i tend to laugh whenever i’m sad, i stare at the crash, it actually works. making amends, this shit never ends, i’m wrong again, wrong again
synopsis : cortis and the types of girls they are (for)
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cw : please read at your own discretion. not quite dd:dne but pretty heavy. reader is female. talk of women(?), mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation, implied sh and/or ed, swearing, a lil bit of crying, defo self indulgent and lots of frustration. man idk reader is just burnt out that’s all u need to know.
note : this is a repurposed crashout fic bc i am crashing out. GUYS I AM IN NO WAY ROMANTICIZING ANY OF THIS, if you feel like nobody cares or nobody loves you WELL GUESS WHAT. I DO !! my dms and inbox are always open if u wanna talk 🤍 stay safe my loves
wc : 1k
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is greengreengreen concept baby jb era or am i overthinking?
Twin, you & I, we drifted apart. Like the white clouds under the stars
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pairing: Ahn Keonho x f!reader
w.c: 11.6k
extra + warnings: angst no comfort, teenagers being teenagers, kind of red flaggy keonho, swearing, arguments, emotional conflict, seperation
synopsis: High school friend groups come with their own drama—messy breakups, weird tension, and the one rule everyone knows: don’t date your friend’s ex. But some things sit quietly between the lines, and what sits there its what people usually miss, but you? you notice them. Especially when it comes to Keonho.
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Friend groups in high school don’t really form in some big cinematic way like they do in movies. It doesn’t start with some intentional, fated meeting in kindergarten. Most of the time it’s way less dramatic than that. People just start sitting together, then talking more, and suddenly months later you realize these are the same six or seven people you're going to see every single day.
That’s basically how your group happened.
At the start of grade 9 it was mainly just you and Iroha. You both had been friends long enough that it felt natural—like a routine—walking into school together, sitting next to each other without asking, sharing snacks when one of you forgot lunch. Iroha was the type of person who could talk to absolutely anyone, which meant your circle was always expanding slightly. Whether you planned it or not. Around the start of the second semester, Seonghyeon showed up because of math.
He started sitting next to you during math class after realising you were good at it and he definitely wasn’t. At first it was just him asking to borrow your notes. Then it became questions during class. Then complaints. Lots of complaints. Within a month he had somehow inserted himself into your lunch table like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Nobody actually objected, mainly because he was entertaining.
He had strong opinions about everything, especially teachers—especially your math teacher, oh did he hate her. The way he delivered the hatred made even boring mornings feel less boring.
Keonho joined because of him.
Seonghyeon knew him from swim practice and one day he just showed up behind him at lunch like a pet that follows you in video games.
“This is Keonho,” Seonghyeon said that day, dropping his tray down as he pointed beside him. “He swims.” he said, eyes on the food.
Keonho blinked at him. “That’s your introduction?”
“You do swim.”
“That’s not my entire personality.”
Seonghyeon laughed and started eating.
Keonho still sat down.
The first thing anyone noticed about him was the chlorine smell and the wet hair still dripping down his back, leaving a mark on his uniform.
He’d clearly come straight from practice. He had that ‘worn out but functioning’ look student athletes often have after training. Iroha noticed it immediately and leaned across the table with her eyes squinting.
“Why do you smell like a public swimming pool?”
Keonho looked mildly offended. “That’s the smell of hard work, and it kind of is a swimming pool? A private one though.”
“That’s the smell of chemicals and arrogance." Iroha replied with her eyebrows raised.
You laughed quietly into your drink while Seonghyeon nearly choked on his food.
Keonho didn’t say much that first lunch. He mostly just listened, occasionally throwing a comment here and there when Seonghyeon got too dramatic about something. But he came back the next day.
And the day after that. Soon it just felt normal. Over time he started talking a little more.
Not a lot, but enough that you noticed.
At first it was small things. Comments under his breath when Seonghyeon said something ridiculous. A quiet “that’s not how that works” whenever someone got a math problem wrong. Once he leaned over during class and asked you how you finished a question so fast.
You explained it.
He nodded like it made sense immediately.
After that he started asking more.
Sometimes about homework. Sometimes about random things during lunch. The conversations weren’t long, just easy. The kind where you look up halfway through and realize everyone else at the table had moved on to a completely different topic.
It wasn’t something anyone pointed out. It just…. happened.
You and Keonho were close, but not in the way people usually describe friendships. You talked often enough, knew small things about each other, but there was still an odd distance there. Like you were somewhere between acquaintances and actual friends; neither of you quite sure where the line was.
Amy joined a little later, mostly because she and Iroha had been friends since middle school. Amy was the kind of person who naturally filled space in a conversation. She laughed loudly, somehow always knew what everyone was talking about even if she’d only been sitting there for five minutes, and most importantly was insanely smart— flawless report card smart, and on top of that? Gorgeous. She too started coming to lunch sometimes.
Then more often.
Eventually it was every day.
Wonhee and Minju sort of happened after that, though neither of them technically “joined” in some official way. Wonhee had a habit of drifting over during lunch because she already knew Amy from one of her classes. At first she’d just sit nearby, occasionally including herself into whatever stupid argument Seonghyeon had started that day. Then one afternoon she just… stayed. Wonhee was louder than the rest of the group but not too loud. She had this energetic way of saying things that caught everyone off guard. Minju started showing up not long after that, mostly because she and Wonhee were basically inseparable. Where Wonhee filled the silence between conversations, Minju did the opposite. She was quieter, the type who listened more than she talked. When she did say something, though, it was usually the kind of comment that made everyone pause for a second before laughing. She noticed things other people missed — small expressions, side comments— even the passive aggressive ones, the weird little dynamics happening around the table. She didn’t try to take attention, but somehow she still ended up being part of everything anyway.
Before long, the lunch table just… adjusted again.
Seven people now.
Still the same loud cafeteria table.
Still the same routine nobody ever officially talked about. And then suddenly it was grade 10, the group remained the same and lunch was still the loudest part of the day. And it was obnoxiously loud, the kind of noise that happens when everyone’s talking over each other and laughing too loud. Nobody really cares about finishing their sentences because the joke delivers perfectly midway. One afternoon Seonghyeon dropped into his seat looking like someone had personally offended him.
“I swear that math teacher hates me.” he announced dramatically.
“You say that every week.” you said.
“Because it’s consistently true. It’s like one of those stupid linear equation thingies.”
Iroha leaned back in her chair. “Didn’t you literally turn in a blank test yesterday?”
“It was iconic.”
“It was stupid.” You said, barely paying attention to Hyeon.
Across the table Keonho made a quiet snorting sound into his water bottle. You glanced over at him and caught the quick smile he was trying to hide.
Seonghyeon pointed his fork accusingly. “You think this is funny?”
“You’re not helping yourself by failing are you?” Keonho said.
“Wow. Betrayal.” Seonghyeon said dramatically with his palm on his chest
“You asked.”
Amy leaned forward, clearly entertained. “Honestly I think the teacher knows you’re going to fail anyway and doesn’t want to waste her time, she doesn't get paid enough for this anyway.”
Seonghyeon looked genuinely wounded. “Amy, I thought we were friends.”
“We are. That’s why I’m honest.”
You shook your head, trying not to laugh.
Moments like that were basically every lunch. Someone complaining, someone clocking them for it, and Keonho quietly observing everything like he was half entertained by the chaos.
For someone who spent most of his mornings swimming laps in silence, he seemed surprisingly comfortable around noise.
Keonho’s schedule revolved around swimming.
Practice started ridiculously early— 5 a.m. early, which meant most mornings he looked half awake when he showed up to school. Sometimes you’d see him walking into the first period with wet hair and a hoodie thrown on like he’d gotten ready in under two minutes. And oh lord. The smell of chlorine would fill up the whole room within 5 minutes of him entering it.
Seonghyeon loved making fun of it.
“You voluntarily reek of chlorine and you wake up before 4:30 a.m.??” he said once, shaking his head. “That’s borderline psychotic.” “It’s called discipline.”
“It’s called unnecessary suffering.”
“You literally stay up until three playing games.”
“That’s different.” Seonghyeon defends himself.
“How?” Keonho says with his eyebrows raised up
“It’s fun.”
Keonho rolled his eyes but he was smiling slightly, smiling while he looked at you. He sat next to you and the day continued as usual, snarky comments, random jokes and groaning in annoyance when the teacher started doing too much.
You noticed things about him the more time passed. Not in some dramatic way. Just little details that stuck.
He was talkative around you and Hyeon but quieter with the rest of the group, not shy though. He simply hadn't warmed up enough.
He listened more than he talked. But around the middle of the semester, he started warming up to the group more.
Whenever he said something, it usually made everyone smile a little too hard and laugh a little too loud, especially Amy.. she smiled a little too much and laughed a little too loud, like there was intention behind it.
Amy started talking to him more around the middle of the semester, which may have been why he warmed up to everyone else sooner than expected but who knows. At first it was just random comments between them during lunch.
Then jokes.
Then the kind of conversations that slowly stretch longer and longer without anyone really noticing.
One day Seonghyeon leaned over to you during lunch and whispered, “Are they flirting?”
You glanced across the table where Amy and Keonho were sitting too close, arguing about something stupid.
“You think everything is flirting.”
“They’ve been talking for like twenty minutes.”
“They’re arguing about pizza toppings.”
“Exactly.”
You ignored him. You had a weird feeling about this, it felt weird. You felt side lined, but why should you? You and Keonho are just friends right?
But eventually everyone noticed what Seonghyeon was on about. It was the starting of grade 11 when everyone realised how Amy would sit closer to Keonho without thinking about it. Keonho would actually start conversations instead of just reacting to whatever chaos the group was already creating.
It wasn’t dramatic.
Just gradual.
By the time the first semester's end came around, nobody was that surprised when Seonghyeon casually announced at lunch one day, “So apparently these two are dating now.”
Amy threw a fry at him immediately.
“Can you not announce private shit like that??”
Keonho looked equally annoyed. “We were literally going to tell them today.”
Seonghyeon grinned. “I saved you the trouble.”
Iroha clapped once like she’d been waiting for this moment.
“Finally. That tension was getting annoying.”
Amy groaned. “There was no tension.”
“Please,” Iroha said. “You two were obvious.”
You glanced at Keonho then, just briefly. He looked right back at you.
He looked slightly embarrassed but not unhappy.
Actually… he looked kind of proud.
Like the decision had taken him a while but he was glad it had finally happened.
And that was basically the start of Amy and Keonho.
At first everything seemed easy.
They sat closer together. They even walked to class together sometimes. Amy would show up at swim meets with snacks and loudly complain about how long swimming events took.
“You literally just swim back and forth,” she said once after practice. “How is that a sport people watch?”
“It’s competitive.”
“It’s repetitive.”
“You still came.”
“Because I’m supportive.”
Keonho laughed at that, shaking water out of his hair while she pretended to be offended. From the outside, it looked like it worked.
But if you paid attention—really paid attention—you could see the small things that didn’t quite line up. Amy liked affection when it was casual. Keonho was careful about showing it. Sometimes he’d reach for her hand and hesitate halfway like he wasn’t sure if he should. Sometimes Amy would pull away without meaning to.
It was subtle. The kind of tension that only shows up in tiny pauses. And the rest of the group mostly ignored it. Because from the outside? Everything still looked normal.
Lunch was still loud, Seonghyeon was still dramatic, Iroha still roasted everyone and Keonho still smelled faintly like chlorine most mornings.
Life kept moving the way it always did.
At least for a while. It had been 4 months since Amy and Keonho started dating. At first, nobody really cared.
Not in a bad way—just in the way things tend to settle after the excitement of something new wears off. When they first got together it had been a whole event. Seonghyeon made a huge deal out of it for two weeks straight, Iroha kept claiming she ‘saw it coming from day one.’ and Wonhee had asked Amy multiple questions about how it happened.
But eventually the craze faded. They were just Amy and Keonho again. Except now they sat next to each other more often.
Sometimes Amy would lean against his shoulder and casually touch his arm when she laughed. Sometimes Keonho would slide his tray closer to hers without thinking. Occasionally they’d disappear for a few minutes during lunch and come back mid-conversation like nothing had happened.
None of it was dramatic.
If anything, it felt weirdly normal.
The group still sat at the same loud cafeteria table. Seven trays crowded together, phones piled in the middle of the table, someone always talking too loudly while someone else tried to interrupt.
Seonghyeon still complained about teachers like it was his only purpose.
Iroha still made fun of him.
Wonhee reacted to everything like it was breaking news.
Minju listened quietly before dropping one perfectly timed comment that made everyone laugh.
And you—well, you mostly watched everything unfold the way you always did.
You noticed things.
Little things.
You’d always been like that.
It was probably why you were the first one to realize something about Amy and Keonho wasn’t quite right anymore.
Not wrong but, just…off.
At first it was small.
Amy liked casual affection. That part hadn’t changed. She leaned on people when she laughed, bumped shoulders during conversations, and stole food from other trays without asking.
When she did it to Keonho, he usually looked surprised for half a second before letting it happen. Sometimes he’d awkwardly adjust his arm so she could lean more comfortably and other times he’d freeze like he didn’t know where to put his hands.
You noticed that too.
Keonho wasn’t great with casual affection.
But when he tried to be serious—when he actually tried to say something meaningful, that was when things started to feel strange. She started to pull back.
One day during lunch he had been explaining something about swim practice, talking about an upcoming meet that actually mattered to him. Amy had been listening at first. Then halfway through his explanation she turned to Wonhee. “Wait, did you see that thing Minju sent in the group chat?”
Just like that their conversation was over.
Keonho stopped mid-sentence.
Nobody said anything about it.
But you saw the tiny pause before he picked up his drink and took a sip like it didn’t matter.
You noticed it again two days later.
Amy had been talking about a test she aced, dramatically describing how she’d ‘singlehandedly saved her GPA.’ Keonho listened the entire time.
When she finished he smiled and said, “I told you you’d do fine.”
She laughed and shoved his shoulder lightly.
“Obviously.”
The moment passed quickly.
But something about the exchange sat oddly with you.
It wasn’t the words.
It was the rhythm.
Amy moved through conversations quickly, like she always had. She bounced between topics, people, ideas—mind everywhere all at once.
Keonho had a slower pace.
When he spoke, it was usually because he actually had something to say.
When those two rhythms matched, it worked.
When they didn’t, things felt…uneven. Almost like watching a movie where the subtitles lag a minute behind the scene.
You noticed that too, but no one else seemed to care.
Seonghyeon definitely didn’t.
He was too busy arguing with Iroha about whether the math teacher graded unfairly— the same argument they've had every day for 3 years...
“She literally marked me wrong for writing the answer in a different step.” he complained.
“That’s because your steps made no sense dude, LOOK AT THEM” Iroha said enraged.
“They made perfect sense.” Seonghyeon defended
“To you.” Iroha said flatly, giving up.
Keonho snorted quietly.
Seonghyeon pointed at him. “Don’t laugh. You’re on my side.”
“I’m really not.”
The table burst into laughter.
Amy leaned forward, grinning. “Wait, what even happened?”
Seonghyeon launched into another dramatic explanation.
For a while the tension disappeared under the noise of normal conversation. Which was how most of the initial problems stayed hidden. They were small enough to drown out.
Still, you noticed patterns.
Amy liked attention—not in a selfish way, just naturally. Conversations tended to orbit around her energy. When she talked, people listened. When she laughed, everyone else laughed too.
Keonho didn’t try to compete with that.
He never had.
Instead he waited for moments in between. Small conversations.
Side comments.
Little exchanges that happened while the rest of the table argued about something ridiculous. Sometimes those moments worked and sometimes they didn’t.
One afternoon you were sitting in homeroom—the same room you shared with Iroha, Seonghyeon and Keonho since grade 9.
That had always been the funny thing about your group.
The four of you spent most of the school day together anyway.
Same homeroom.
Same hallway.
Amy, Wonhee and Minju were usually on the other side of the building.
It had never been a big deal before. But lately the difference felt more noticeable.
Seonghyeon was leaning back in his chair while Keonho worked on a math worksheet beside you. Iroha had her feet propped on the desk in front of her.
“Twin, you’re doing that wrong.” Keonho muttered suddenly.
You looked down at your paper.
“I’m literally not.”
He leaned closer— too close, pointing at the equation.
“You skipped a step.”
“It still works.”
“It’s messy.”
You rolled your eyes but rewrote it anyway.
He nodded approvingly. From across the row, Iroha watched the interaction with a smirk.
“You two are such nerds.”
“You’re failing math.”
“I’m passing.” Seonghyeon replied instantly.
“Barely.”
“Passing is passing.”
Keonho shook his head dramatically, smiling slightly.
Moments like that felt easy. Normal.
You didn’t think much about them at the time.
But looking back later, those quiet homeroom interactions were probably why the four of you always ended up leaning onto each other.
Not intentionally.
Just naturally.
Meanwhile Amy’s side of the group had its own rhythm. Wonhee reacted loudly to everything Amy said. Minju observed quietly but always seemed to understand what Amy meant even when she didn’t finish her sentence. They had their own dynamic too. And for a while, both parts still met in the middle every day at lunch.
Until one afternoon when things shifted slightly.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to notice.
The seven of you were sitting together like usual. Seonghyeon was halfway through complaining about swim practice schedules.
“Why do they make you wake up at 4:30 in the morning?” he groaned.
Keonho shrugged. “Because it’s practice.”
“That’s not a real answer.”
Amy laughed.
“You could never be an athlete.”
“I don’t want to be an athlete.”
“You say that because you can’t.”
Seonghyeon gasped dramatically.“That was rude.”
“True though.”
The conversation continued. But halfway through lunch, Amy stood up.
“Wait, Wonhee, come with me to the vending machine.” Wonhee immediately followed. Minju hesitated for a second before grabbing her tray and standing too.
“We’ll be back.” she said. Nobody thought much of it. Except they didn’t come back. By the time lunch ended, the three of them were sitting two tables away talking. Not in a secretive way. Just… somewhere else.
Soon, Amy and Wonhee sat together first followed by Minju. All side by side now. You, Seonghyeon, Iroha sat in front and Keonho beside Amy. Still the same group. Just with slightly more distant energy.
No one mentioned it and soon the pattern started feeling normal. Not hostile. Not tense.
Just different.
The group hadn’t broken apart.
It had simply… divided.
Amy, Wonhee and Minju together.
You, Iroha, Seonghyeon and Keonho together.
It made sense in quiet ways.
You four shared homeroom. You saw each other more often during the day anyway. Conversations carried over from class to lunch naturally.
Amy’s side of the group had their own energy too—fast, expressive, loud.
The split wasn’t dramatic.
If anything, it felt strangely practical.
But even as everyone adjusted, the tension between Amy and Keonho didn’t disappear.
If anything, you started noticing it more clearly now that the noise of the full table wasn’t drowning it out.
Like the day Amy brought up an upcoming school event.
“You’re coming, right?” she asked Keonho.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“With the group?”
“Probably?” Amy tilted her head slightly.
“That’s not a real answer.” Keonho frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean are you actually coming with me or are you just showing up.” There was a tiny pause.
“Is there a difference?”
Amy didn’t answer immediately. Then she shrugged.
“Forget it.”
Conversation over.
Seonghyeon started talking about something else. But you caught the way Keonho stared at his tray for a second longer than usual. Little moments like that kept happening. Small enough that no one addressed them. But big enough that you kept noticing. And for the first time, the idea started forming quietly in the back of your mind. Maybe things between Amy and Keonho weren’t as simple as everyone thought.
Not yet broken.
But slowly, quietly—starting to crack.
For a while after that conversation between Keonho and Amy, nothing actually happened. At least nothing obvious.
Amy and Keonho still sat next to each other at lunch. They still walked together sometimes after school. From the outside, it didn’t look like anything had changed. If someone asked, they were still dating, still part of the same group, still moving through the same routine everyone had fallen into since the start of the year.
But the tension didn’t disappear.
If anything, it just settled somewhere under the surface.
You noticed it in the way their conversations sometimes ended a little too quickly. The way Amy occasionally went quiet after something Keonho said, even when it wasn’t a big deal. The way Keonho started hesitating slightly before speaking, like he was trying to decide whether something was worth saying out loud.
No one called it out.
At lunch, the group still sounded the same—Seonghyeon arguing about something ridiculous, Wonhee reacting loudly to every new topic, Iroha making dry comments from the side. Minju watched everything quietly like she always did.
The noise at the table covered a lot of things. Especially the growing tension
But you started noticing the smaller things.
Like the day someone brought up the school festival.
Amy glanced at Keonho. “You’re helping with the photobooth, right?”
“Probably,” he said.
“Probably?”
“I mean….yeah, if the teacher makes us.”
Amy looked at him for a second. “You always answer like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re leaving room to escape.”
Keonho sighed slightly. “It’s just a festival.”
Amy let out a small breath through her nose. “Forget it.”
The conversation moved on almost immediately after that. But you still noticed the way Keonho stared at his tray for a moment longer than usual.
Moments like that kept happening. Small enough that no one addressed them. But big enough that they never fully disappeared either. And eventually, the thing Amy had been holding onto finally came out.
It happened one afternoon when the group was sitting together like usual. The cafeteria was loud, conversations overlapping across the table the same way they always did. Plates clinked, chairs scraped, and someone a few tables over was laughing at something barely audible, but none of that mattered. Nothing about this moment felt odd at first.
Amy had been unusually quiet for most of lunch. Normally she carried herself through the conversation effortlessly, commanding attention without trying, but today there was a stiffness to her posture, a tension in the way she set her tray down and folded her arms.
Keonho noticed it eventually.
“Dude, you’re being weird,” he said casually, glancing at her.
She looked up, eyes narrowed slightly. “Weird how?”
“You’re not talking.”
“I talk all the time.”
“Exactly.”
For a second, she just stared at him, quiet but heavy with something he couldn’t place. Then she laughed once under her breath, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It wasn’t amusement. It was the kind of laugh that felt like an edge, sharp and uncomfortable.
“Can I ask you something?” she said.
Keonho shrugged. “Sure.”
Amy leaned back slightly in her chair, arms crossing loosely, and fixed him with a look that could slice through steel. “Why did you call that girl hot?”
The question landed at the worst possible moment, right between a chaotic conversation everyone else was having about two random teachers supposedly running away and getting married. The table was still loud, but the words cut through anyway—enough that the people nearest immediately noticed the tension spike.
Keonho blinked. He froze for a fraction of a second. “What?”
“That girl,” Amy repeated, her tone sharp now. “The one Seonghyeon was talking about the other day. I didn't hear her name but I don't care enough to know.”
Realization flickered across his face. “Oh, her?”
“Yes, that one.”
He exhaled slightly, already looking tired of having the conversation in the middle of the cafeteria. “It was for Seonghyeon.” he said.
“Oh my god.” Seonghyeon groaned, turning his head toward you and Iroha, clearly wishing he hadn’t been dragged into this.
“You were literally there??” Keonho said, defensively.
“That does not mean I want to be involved now.” Seonghyeon replied, voice louder than usual.
Amy didn’t look at him. Her eyes stayed on Keonho, menacing, accusing. “So that makes it fine?”
“I was helping him,” Keonho said. “He asked if she was attractive.”
“And you just said yes.”
“Yes.” He took another bite of his food, almost trying not to be bothered by the conversation, like eating might somehow distract from the tension.
Amy shook her head slowly, disbelief creeping in. “You’re unbelievable.”
“It wasn’t flirting.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
Amy leaned forward slightly now, frustration finally breaking out. “The point is you’re my boyfriend, and you’re sitting there talking about other girls being hot.”
“I said one sentence.”
“And you don’t see anything wrong with that?”
“Because there isn’t anything wrong with that.”
The moment the words left his mouth, it made everything worse. The air felt suddenly heavier. Everyone at the table sensed it. Nobody moved, no one dared break the awkward silence. The noise of the cafeteria continued around them, but it felt muted, like they were in a bubble where only tension existed.
Amy laughed again, sarcastically this time. It wasn’t funny, of course it wasn't. “Right. Of course, you think that.”
Keonho’s patience started slipping. “You’re taking this out of context, it isn't that deep.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“That’s funny.”
“How?”
“Because this is exactly what I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
Amy shook her head slowly, exasperated. “You act like you care about things when they’re all fun and giggles. But the second something actually matters, you suddenly don’t get it, and you’re the dumbest guy on Earth.”
Keonho sat up straighter, defensive now. “I do care.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Because half the time it feels like you’re just there.”
The comment hung between them like smoke, curling into the air, impossible to ignore. Keonho’s expression softened, caught off guard, almost pained. “I’ve been trying this entire time.” he said, his voice quieter now.
“Trying what?” Amy demanded, sharper than before.
“Trying to understand what you want from me.” he admitted.
Amy rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have to figure it out.”
“Then explain it.”
“I shouldn’t have to explain basic things.”
Keonho rubbed his face with his hands, exasperated, frustrated in a way that made his shoulders tense. “Then what do you want me to do?”
Amy stared at him for a long moment. Her expression softened slightly, but the anger and hurt were still there. Then she said quietly, almost to herself, “I don’t know.”
The answer hit harder than either expected. Silence fell between them, thick and suffocating. For a few seconds, nobody spoke. Not Seonghyeon, not Iroha, not the people a few tables away who were now pretending not to notice. Even the clatter of trays and silverware felt muted.
Amy looked away, eyes focused somewhere on the far wall. Her hands tight around the edge of her tray, fingers messing with the plastic slightly, as if she was trying to calm herself.
“I just don’t think this works.” she said finally.
Keonho frowned, confusion and disbelief flickering across his face. “What?”
“This.” She gestured vaguely between them, a small, almost defeated wave of her hand. “Us. I don’t think it works anymore.”
“You’re serious?”
Amy nodded slightly, still avoiding his gaze.
“It shouldn’t feel this difficult.” she added.
Keonho didn’t respond immediately. He wanted to argue, to insist, to explain, but the words caught in his throat. Everything he thought he understood about the situation felt suddenly irrelevant.
When he finally spoke, his voice came out quieter, flatter than before, carrying weight instead of volume. “Okay.”
That one word carried all the finality of a slammed door. No yelling. No dramatic gestures. Just a quiet statement, simple and devastating.
And somehow, the fact that the breakup happened in front of the whole group made it feel even heavier. Everyone else tried to carry on, shifting uncomfortably in their seats, but the tension had already settled like a storm cloud over the table.
Seonghyeon shoved a fry into his mouth, pretending to chew loudly. Iroha propped her chin on her hand, trying to look disinterested but not really managing it. You didn’t say anything, just stared at Keonho, who sat frozen for a second, shoulders slumped, staring at the tray in front of him as if it were the only thing that made sense.
Amy pushed her tray slightly away, a subtle gesture that marked distance, one that hadn’t existed before today. For a moment, the cafeteria noises returned, but only around them. They were still trapped in that quiet bubble, the moment stretching longer than it should have.
Keonho finally lifted his head, eyes meeting hers briefly. There was a flicker of regret, of wanting to fix it, but nothing that could undo what had been said. Amy’s expression didn’t soften; she wasn’t interested in apologies right now. She was only interested in being honest, even if it hurt.
You could see the weight of the breakup settle into everyone, like an invisible tension in the air. Nobody dared to break the silence, not even Seonghyeon, who usually had a comment ready for anything. Everyone knew the moment was bigger than words, bigger than the casual the chaos of the cafeteria.
Keonho swallowed slowly, jaw tightening. “Okay.” he repeated, quieter this time, almost to himself.
Amy looked away again, a faint exhale escaping her lips. She didn’t say anything further. She got up and walked away, followed by Minju and Wonhee
And that was it.
No yelling. No dramatic storming out. Just the quiet, crushing reality of two people realising that, despite trying, some things didn’t fit together the way they thought they did.
The noise of the cafeteria continued around Hyeon, Iroha and yn, louder now because they had stopped noticing it. Everything had moved forward, everyone eating and talking like it was all normal— for them which it was. But for Iroha, Seonghyeon and yn? that lunch was anything but normal.
Keonho stared at his tray for longer than before, Amy’s words echoing in his mind, and slowly, the enormity of the moment sank in. The school bell saved us. It rang so loud it covered the tension felt on the table as everyone got up and headed to class. “You coming?” You said to Keonho trying to break the tension Seonghyeon and Iroha shuffled off first, clearly trying to leave before the tension got unbearable. You lingered for a moment, glancing at Keonho, who was still sitting, staring at the tray as if it held all the answers. You almost turned to leave, wanting to give him space—but his voice stopped you.
“YN, can you wait for me?”
You froze for a second, caught off guard, then nodded. “Yeah….sure.”
You leaned against the edge of the doorway, listening to the chatter of the cafeteria around you, but your attention was fixed entirely on him. That’s when you saw Amy. She was standing a few tables away with Minju and Wonhee, watching. Her gaze locked on you for a second, sharp, full of disapproval. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her lips tight. It wasn’t obvious to anyone else, but you saw it—the subtle warning she was sending. Amy’s eyes were saying, don’t make this about you. Don’t make this Amy's fault for him.
You took a slow breath. Your heart twisted a little. You knew Amy was right—you shouldn’t console him, not over something he’d clearly messed up. She had every reason to be angry. And yet… your chest ached at the thought of him sitting there, quiet and depressed.
Part of it was always there, you always felt Amy’s awkwardness around you ever since Keonho and her started dating. The closeness you and Keonho had developed over the years. Amy knew it too. Maybe that’s why, ever since they’d started dating, she subtly nudged him to sit closer to her during lunch, leaving you on the opposite side. She never said it outright, but the message was clear. It wasn’t about anyone else; it was about the quiet little territory you two had claimed over the years—territory she couldn’t entirely take away.
But right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was him, the way he looked so vulnerable, like every bit of confidence he had, had been stripped away.
When he finally stood, shoulders tight, gaze briefly looking towards Amy retreating back, he walked over to you. “Do you want to skip this next class?” he asked quietly.
You hesitated. Skipping class wasn’t a big deal, but..with him? “I don’t know. Why?”
“Twin please, I really need to talk,” he said, his voice low, almost impatient. “I really need rational advice and who else would I go to if not you?”
You let out a soft exhale and nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”
You fell into step beside him, leaving the cafeteria behind. The hallways felt emptier now, echoing with the distant chatter of other students already settled in their classes, but the air between you two was heavy, weighted with what had just happened. Neither of you spoke for a few moments, letting the silence stretch as he led you toward the abandoned classroom you sometimes used when you needed to get work done—or, in this case, when you needed to think without the noise of everyone else around.
The classroom was quiet, dust particles flying around evidently when the sunlight through the windows hit them. Tables were pushed together, one of them against the window, and Keonho climbed onto it, sitting cross legged, indicating you to join him. You perched on the edge opposite him, careful not to get too close, but not wanting to be distant either.
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “It’s, fuck, I don’t know, dude. Amy, she’s so on and off. Sometimes it’s like she doesn’t care at all. And then other times, she’s sweet, but it never really…. it never really clicks. She didn’t like— I don’t think she really ever cared about how I felt, not in the ways I needed.”
You nodded, listening. You could see the tightness in his jaw, the way he kept looking down at his hands, being careful about every word that left his mouth. “Yeah.” you said slowly, choosing your words carefully. “I noticed that…a lot. Especially at the table. She never really listened when you were talking about things you liked. I don’t mean that she was wrong for being upset now, because obviously this whole thing was messy. But, like, she wasn’t really fully present with you either.”
Keonho let out a short laugh, more bitter than amused. “I guess I was almost hoping she’d notice that, you know? That I cared about the little things that I really tried. It’s like I mentally broke up with her before she even did. Physically, it just felt wrong. I couldn’t do it right.”
You stayed quiet, letting him vent. You could feel the weight of his words settling in the room, thick and heavy, but there was also a vulnerability in them that wasn’t there before. The Keonho who always seemed so composed, so guarded, was unraveling, and for some reason, you felt a mix of concern and helplessness at being the one witnessing it.
“I don’t even know if I was in the wrong completely,” he admitted after a pause, voice almost a whisper. “But… It feels like I failed at something I didn’t even know how to do. And now it’s gone.”
Your chest tightened. You wanted to say something, to reach across the table and reassure him— pat his back or something, but you thought about Amy, why would you reassure someone he was right when he was wrong. So, instead, you nodded. “I get it. I really do.”
He looked at you then, eyes wide, searching. “You really get it?”
“Yeah,” you said. “I noticed the way things never aligned sometimes. The way she didn’t always pay attention. But…” you paused, carefully. “That doesn’t mean she was wrong to be upset. And it doesn’t mean you were right to call other girls pretty. You can’t do that, Keonho. Not when she trusted you. You are— I mean were her boyfriend you know.”
He ran a hand across his face, shoulders slumping further. “I know….I know I screwed that up. I couldn’t stop myself from hoping she’d get to know me. I wanted her to see me, not just what she assumed I was. And now…” His voice cracked slightly. “Now it’s just…. empty. I feel like I’m carrying this space around that I don’t know how to fill.”
You stayed quiet, letting the words linger. You didn’t offer false comfort. “I get it,” you repeated. “You wanted things to work. You tried and it didn’t. That’s all that can be said right now.”
He nodded, staring out the window at the football turf below. “It’s stupid, I feel stupid. Like I misread everything, like I made it all worse.”
“No,” you said gently. “You didn’t make it worse. It just wasn’t meant to work out. Sometimes it’s not about right or wrong. Sometimes it’s about timing, and how people are. That’s all really.”
He let out a shaky breath, leaning back against the table, shoulders finally relaxing slightly. “Thanks,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without someone to talk to about this. Seonghyeon would make fun of me and shit, and Iroha…well. You know how she is”
You gave a small, encouraging smile. “That’s what I’m here for. Just remember, it’s okay to feel like shit right now, but it’s also okay to move forward. And you will eventually.”
Keonho exhaled, a bit of the tension bleeding out, but the sadness remained, “Yeah…yeah, eventually.”
The classroom was quiet again, save for the soft hum of the air vent and the distant murmur of students in other parts of the building. For the first time in a while, Keonho seemed like he could breathe a little. Not completely, but enough to stop feeling trapped by the weight of the breakup.
You stayed there with him for a while, letting him talk, letting the silence speak where words couldn’t. The conversation wasn’t about fixing everything—it couldn’t be—but it was about debriefing it, and somehow trying to figure it out together.
At some point, you realized that even though Amy’s anger and disapproval were still out there, but, it didn’t touch this room. Here, it was just Keonho and you. Vulnerable, messy, and real. And somehow, that made all the difference. The next day felt strange before it even began. When you, Iroha, and Seonghyeon reached the cafeteria table, there was already awkwardness sitting in the air, like everyone knew something needed to be addressed before things could go back to normal.
Amy arrived a few minutes later with Minju and Wonhee. Keonho came shortly after with his usual slow, sleepy stride, dropping into his seat like nothing had happened the day before. But the moment he sat down, the table fell into that same uncomfortable quiet again.
Amy cleared her throat.
“Okay,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “Before this gets weird again, Keonho and I talked.”
Everyone looked up.
“We’re not getting back together or anything,” she continued quickly. “But we figured it out. We’re good. Like, actually good. Just friends.”
Keonho nodded, not looking particularly emotional about it. “Yeah. No hard feelings.”
It wasn’t dramatic. No long speeches, no explanations. Just a quiet agreement that the relationship was over, but the friendship—or at least the group dynamic didn’t have to be destroyed because of it.
And somehow, that was enough.
The tension that had been sitting at the table the day before slowly dissolved. Conversation restarted slowly at first, then it all went back to normal. Seonghyeon cracked a dumb joke about failing math, Iroha complained about a teacher, and Wonhee started talking about some random drama happening in another class.
Within fifteen minutes, the group felt almost normal again.
Almost.
Because even though Amy and Keonho had agreed things were fine, they still didn’t interact much after that. Not directly. They didn’t argue, they didn’t glare at each other, but they also didn’t really talk unless they had to. They sat at the same table, laughed at the same jokes, but there was always a small, invisible gap between them.
And everyone just accepted it.
That was how the rest of year eleven went after the whole break up.
Quietly.
Keonho, despite acting like he was over it, was honestly a little wrecked after the breakup. Not in an obvious way—he didn’t sulk around or complain, but it showed in other ways. The biggest one being how quickly he started looking for distractions.
Rebounds.
The first one happened a few months later. Some girl from another class who thought Keonho was funny and athletic. They talked for a while, went out a couple of times, and then it broke up almost immediately like 2 weeks in.
The second one lasted slightly longer— about a month.
Both ended the same way: awkwardly, quietly, like something that was never meant to last, more of a fling than something real.
You could tell he wasn’t really in it for the girls themselves. It was more like he was trying to fill the space Amy had left behind, hoping that if he moved on fast enough, the lingering sadness would disappear.
It didn’t.
Amy, on the other hand, handled things… differently.
She moved around too. Not in a serious relationship sense, but casually—talking to different guys, flirting here and there, going out a few times. Some people in school whispered about it, but honestly no one in your group cared.
That was their business.
Whatever happened between Amy and Keonho had ended. What they did afterward was their own choice.
So no one made a big deal out of it. And that’s how year eleven ended.
Messy in the beginning, calm toward the end, with everyone quietly learning how to exist around each other again.
There were no big fights between the girls either. You, Amy, Minju, Wonhee, and Iroha still did everything together—sleepovers, lunch, gossip sessions, complaining about teachers.
The only thing you occasionally noticed was Amy dropping small backhanded— almost passive aggressive comments your way.
Nothing huge.
Just tiny things you notice when you look too hard.
Little jokes about how ‘some people’ always sided with Keonho. Or how you two seemed ‘a little too close’’ whenever he needed advice.
You never really reacted. Iroha seemed to be taken aback by those, she tried to defend you but you always stopped her. You should’ve said something, you should've cared.
But, frankly, you didn’t care enough to.
You knew where you stood. And if Amy wanted to throw subtle comments every now and then, that was her problem, not yours. Her insecurities, her problem.
Eventually, even that faded.
Year twelve began, and everything felt different—not tense, just… calmer. Everyone had grown up a little. Classes were harder, university applications were around the corner, and people had less energy to care about petty things.
Amy and Keonho slowly started talking again.
Not like before.
But casually.
Small conversations. Passing jokes. Group discussions. Just enough to show they were trying to be normal with each other again.
And it worked.
By the middle of the year, you could sit at lunch and watch them talk like two people who had simply dated a long time ago. No tension. No awkwardness. Just familiarity and mutual acceptance.
That’s when the senior school trip happened.
Everyone went, of course.
Your entire friend group ended up glued together for most of it.
The girls—Amy, Minju, Wonhee, Iroha, and you—shared one hotel room, which basically meant chaos twenty-four seven. Clothes everywhere, makeup scattered across desks, someone always stealing someone else’s charger and the smell of multiple fragrances always in the air— one corner smelt fruity, the other of vanilla. The boys had their own room too.
Keonho and Seonghyeon shared it with Martin, Juhoon, and James—guys you weren’t super close with, but you knew them well enough. They were nice, easygoing, the type that blended into the group naturally.
The trip itself was surprisingly smooth.
No drama.
Just long days of school activities, sightseeing, stupid group photos, and late night room conversations where everyone was too tired to be dramatic about anything.
By the time the second last day arrived, everyone was relaxed.
That night, after dinner, a bunch of you gathered near the hotel pool. The place was quiet, lit only by soft outdoor lights reflecting across the surface of the pool water. The moon hung above the pool, its reflection shimmering across the surface and the slight breeze causing slight waves.
You, your friends, James, Juhoon, and Martin sat around a small table playing cards.
The conversation slowly drifted from the game to gossip.
“Did you see Tara with Oliver earlier?” James said, grinning.
Juhoon snorted. “Yeah. She’s trying to do something but it clearly isn’t working.”
Everyone laughed.
Minju started talking about another couple from school. Wonhee complained about how someone had been flirting with her all day. Seonghyeon made dramatic commentary like he was narrating a reality show.
It was light. Easy.
One of those nights where everything just felt right.
Eventually though, exhaustion caught up with everyone.
It was already 10:30 p.m.
After a full day of school planned activities that started at 7a.m, most people were barely functioning anymore.
One by one, everyone started heading back to the rooms.
“Goodnight losers.” Seonghyeon said dramatically as he stood up.
“Please never say that again.” Iroha replied.
Within a few minutes, the group had disappeared toward the elevators.
Except you and Keonho.
Neither of you moved.
You both drifted toward the edge of the pool instead, sitting side by side with your feet dipped into the cold water.
The cold water made you shiver immediately as Keonho laughed, he didn't mind the freezing cold water— he was used to it.
“Why is it freezing?” you muttered.
“Character development.” Keonho said seriously.
You rolled your eyes.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The pool lights flickered softly beneath the water, and the quiet hum of the hotel filled the background.
Then Keonho spoke.
“Twin, are you and Amy good?”
You glanced at him. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t we be? You literally saw us basically cuddling on the pool chairs five minutes ago.”
He laughed. “I know, I know. But I’ve been noticing something.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to sound weird,” he said slowly, “but sometimes she looks at you weird when you talk to me. Almost jealous.”
You frowned slightly. “Dude you sound hella weird.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I mean I’ve noticed the tension too sometimes.” you admitted. “But I hope she knows I wouldn’t do anything.”
There was a small pause.
Then Keonho suddenly said, “You know, yn I like you.”
You froze.
Your brain stopped working for a solid second.
“What??” You said, your voice louder than it should have ben
“NO, NO!” he said immediately, waving his hands. “Not like that. I mean you’re a great friend. I enjoy your company a lot.”
“Oh.” You looked away quickly, trying to ignore the sudden weirdness in your chest.
“Sorry.” he laughed awkwardly. “That came out wrong.”
“Very fucking wrong you scared me dude.”
But the conversation recovered quickly.
You started talking about random things—teachers you hated, the stupid drama from earlier, how weird it felt that school was almost over.
Soon you were both laughing again, the earlier awkward moment fading.
That’s when Amy’s voice cut across the quiet.
“ynnie. Come here.”
You turned.
She was standing a little distance away near the poolside entrance.
“Oh,” you said, standing up. “Keon, I think I’ll go.”
“Okay,” he replied. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams.” he added with that warm and big smile on his face.
You walked over to Amy. The moment you reached her, she grabbed your arm.
“I need to talk to you.” Her tone was tense.
“What’s wrong?” you asked. She hesitated, clearly nervous. “Are you and Keonho like, a thing?”
You blinked. “NO,” you said immediately. “What the fuck???? No, never.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Amy, we’re just friends. We’ve always been close like that.”
She looked visibly panicked for a second before letting out a long breath.
“I know,” she muttered. “I know. Fuck it’s so stupid of me to even think that.”
You tilted your head slightly.
“Amy,” you said gently. “I would never go for one of your exes. I hope you know that.”
She nodded quickly.
“I know. I know,” she said again, running a hand through her hair. “I’m over him. I swear I am. But something about seeing you two there just felt so wrong for a second.”
She looked genuinely embarrassed now.
“I’m sorry.” she said quietly.
You gave a small smile.
“It’s okay.”
And just like that, the tension disappeared.
The two of you headed back to the room together, slipping quietly into bed whilst talking. The others were already half asleep.
Within minutes, the room filled with the soft sounds of breathing.
The last night of the trip was approaching.
And none of you knew yet how much everything was about to change, what the last few days of this school would bring to the table.
The trip ended faster than anyone wanted it to.
One minute everyone was laughing by the pool and fighting over who got the last snacks from the vending machine, and the next you were all back home staring at the calendar because finals had started.
Year 12 finals. The last ones.
Everyone went into that weird panic mode where the group chat suddenly turned into:
‘does anyone have the chem notes’ ‘who tf understood question 4 from the mock’“ if i fail math i’m actually dropping out and becoming a stripper’ But for you, math wasn’t the scary one. Math was your thing.
Everyone in the group knew it too. Especially Keonho.
Which is why, the second the 4 day study break before the math final started, he showed up at your house.
You opened the door and he was standing there with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
“Hey.” He said with that familiar bright smile.
You blinked. “Why are you here.”
“Math tutoring.”
“You didn’t even ask.”
“You would’ve said yes anyway.”
“A little text would be nice but ok.”
He grinned and walked inside like he owned the place.
The first day it was just you two sitting at your desk with papers spread everywhere while he complained every five minutes.
“Why the fuck does this formula even exist?”
“Why not?.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
But by the second day, Iroha and Seonghyeon showed up too.
“Study group.” Iroha announced, dropping her bag dramatically.
Seonghyeon immediately flopped onto the floor. “I’m not studying shit. I’m here for emotional support and yns moms food.”
“If you don't study I won’t give you food .”
“NO PLEASE.” He said dramatically, making everyone laugh a little.
It became routine after that.
Four days of chaos.
Whiteboard markers everywhere, snacks disappearing, Seonghyeon loudly announcing wrong answers, and Keonho constantly leaning over your shoulder asking questions.
“Wait, why does the 3 cancel here?”
“Because math.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
But somewhere in between all that, you and Keonho got closer.
Closer than before.
You noticed it in small ways.
The way he always ended up sitting next to you even when there were other chairs.
The way he’d bump your shoulder whenever he got a question right.
The way he’d say “yn explain this like I’m five” at least ten times a day as if you were an AI bot.
By the time the exam day came, everyone was exhausted. But the math final?
Easy.
You walked out feeling like you had just carried the entire subject on your back.
Keonho came out right after you.
“How’d you do?” he asked.
“I’m fine.”
“I’m fucked twin”
“You’re not fucked ‘twin’.”
“I left one question blank.”
“That’s like four marks.”
“I’m still fucked.”
“You’re dramatic and you just called me a bad tutor.” “TWIN COME ON YOU KNOW I DIDN'T SAY THAT.” “Skill issue dude?” You teased him as he just rolled his eyes at you
But finals were over.
And suddenly the entire group had too much freedom.
Which led to someone suggesting something completely unnecessary.
“Let’s go to Lotte World.” Said Iroha.
“Why?” Minju asked.
“Why the fuck not?” Seonghyeon replied.
And that was that.
A few days later, the whole group was standing at Lotte World, screaming like idiots.
The place was packed. Music everywhere. Lights flashing. Kids running around with cotton candy and some even sitting down clearly catching their breath and recovering from rollercoaster trauma.
And for some reason, Keonho was glued to your side the entire day.
First ride. The rollercoaster.
You sat next to him.
The second the ride dropped, he grabbed your hand so tight your fingers almost cracked.
“FUCK” He screamed. He screamed this the whole ride.
“STOP GRABBING ME”
“SHUT UPP”
You both screamed the entire ride.
When it ended, you looked down and realized he was still holding your hand.
“Uh,” you said.
“Oh.” He let go immediately. You felt something weird, something was wrong. His actions held intentions you couldn't quite point out yet.
But then came the next ride.
And the next.
And every time the ride dropped, he grabbed your hand again like his life depended on it.
By the fourth rollercoaster, Iroha was already laughing.
“Bro just marry her at this point.”
“SHUT UP IT’S SCARY OKAY?” Keonho yelled.
Then during one drop he shouted:
“TWIN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I SWEAR”
You froze. His intentions seemed more clear to you. You weren’t fucking stupid, you noticed it all.
The ride ended. You slowly turned to look at him.
“What?”
Everyone had heard it.
Seonghyeon was already dying laughing.
Keonho blinked at you. Then waved his hand in front of Hyeon's red face.
“Chill. She’s a good friend. She’s my twin.”
You stared at him. “That was weird.”
“It was because of the rollercoaster and I’ve always called you twin, come on girl.” “That’s not an excuse for whatever confession you dropped.” You made your words clear.
But still. Something about it felt odd.
To everyone and even to you.
After that day, the group basically refused to stay home.
For an entire month you were all constantly out.
Late night food runs, random movie nights and walking around the city with absolutely no plan.
It was chaotic and stupid and fun. Until slowly things changed again. College decisions started rolling in. Some people were still stressing.
Applications. Interviews. Paperwork.
But you and Keonho?
You were already done. Early acceptance. Your parents were proud.
His was basically guaranteed due to his athletic record. Which suddenly left both of you with way too much free time. And somehow that free time you had, you both would always end up together.
Roblox nights started randomly.
“Why are we playing this?” you said.
“I don’t know but it’s fun.”
“It's so stupid, it's just random anomalies dancing dude.”
“It's fun yn, deal with it..”
“Sure whatever you big bitch.”
Some nights you played until 4 AM. Headsets on. Laughing like idiots. Other nights you just… talked. About things you hadn’t told anyone. Family stuff, future fears, random childhood stories and things that felt too personal for anyone else.
Then the late night walks started.
“Twin, let’s go out.” he texted once at 2 a.m.
“Are you fucking insane??”
“Come outside.”
And somehow you did. You’d walk around empty streets, talking about absolutely nothing. Sometimes you ended up at the 24-hour convenience store near your neighborhood. The cashier was an old woman who had worked there for years. She had basically seen you since high school started and now she's seeing you again after it was over.
Every time you came in she smiled.
“Oh! You two again.”
Keonho would grab drinks while you grabbed snacks.
Then she’d ring everything up and say something like:
“You’re such a cute couple.”
The first time it happened you choked.
“We’re not–”
But Keonho just paid and shrugged.
“Thank you.”
“HEY??”
He walked out laughing while you followed him.
“You didn’t correct her!”
“It’s funny.”
“She thinks we’re dating!”
“So?”
“So it’s weird!”
He just grinned. “Relax.”
And somehow… those nights became normal too.
2 a.m walks.
Roblox until sunrise.
Inside jokes.
The old cashier still called you a couple every time.
And neither of you corrected her anymore.
Somewhere along the way, without anyone noticing, you and Keonho had become closer than you had ever been before.
Closer than during school.
Closer than during the study sessions.
Closer than even the group realized.
And neither of you were really questioning it yet.
Because for now, it just felt easy. Two weeks before college started, everyone finally managed to meet up.
It had taken almost a week of texting in the group chat to figure out a time that worked for everyone. People had packing to do, relatives visiting, documents to submit, stupid orientation emails to read. Normally when you all met after a gap like this, the conversation would explode immediately.
But this time, you were the one sitting there with something stuck in your throat.
You had known for weeks. You were leaving. Not just leaving for college. Leaving the country. Moving continents.
And no one at the table knew.
You hated announcements like this. You hated the pity faces people made, the fake sympathy, the ‘we’ll stay in touch!!’ that everyone knew wouldn’t really happen the same way.
So you didn’t say anything at first.
You all sat at the same café you’d been going to since year ten. The same dark wooden table, the same overpriced milkshakes, the same stupid playlist playing overhead.
Seonghyeon was halfway through telling a story about how he nearly crashed his dad’s car.
“And then the cop stopped me? I wasn't even speeding. ”
“It’s because you drive like shit.” Iroha interrupted.
“I DO NOT.”
“You absolutely do.”
Everyone laughed.
You stared down at your drink.
Now.
Just say it.
You cleared your throat.
“Guys.”
Nobody noticed at first.
You said it again, a little louder.
“Guys.”
This time they looked up.
“What?” Minju asked.
You took a breath.
“I have news.”
The table went quiet immediately.
“What kind of news?” Wonhee said.
You looked around at all of them. The same people you had spent almost every day with for 4 years.
And then you said it.
“I’m moving.”
For a second no one reacted. Then Seonghyeon blinked.
“What do you mean moving?”
“Like, moving.” you said. “My family’s moving. I’m leaving in two weeks.”
Silence hit the table like someone had dropped something heavy.
Minju’s mouth literally fell open.
“Wait, wait what?” she said.
Iroha frowned. “What do you mean two weeks?”
“I mean, two weeks,” you repeated quietly.
“Where?” Amy asked.
You hesitated.
“Abroad.”
That’s when it really landed.
“Wait, you're leaving the country?” Wonhee said.
You nodded.
The table exploded with reactions at once.
“WHAT?”
“Since when?”
“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”
“Are you serious right now?”
Seonghyeon leaned forward across the table.
“Dude?? what the fuck??”
You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.
“I didn’t know how to say it.”
Iroha looked like she’d been slapped. “You’ve known for weeks haven’t you.”
“Yeah, months actually.”
Her eyes started watering immediately. “You asshole,” she muttered.
“Iro—”
“You’ve been hanging out with us every day and you just didn’t tell us??”
“I didn’t want the whole pity thing.” you said quickly. “You know I hate that.”
“Pity??” Seonghyeon said. “You think we’d pity you??”
“It’s not that,” you said. “I just didn’t want things to get weird.”
“They’re weird now.” Wonhee said softly.
Across the table, Keonho hadn’t said a single word.
He was just staring at you.
Frozen.
Completely still.
His jaw was tight, eyes locked on you like he was trying to process something his brain refused to accept.
Iroha wiped her eyes angrily.
“We literally grew up together.” she said, voice cracking. “You could’ve at least told me.”
“I know.” you said quietly.
“I hate you.”
“You don’t hate me.”
“I don’t,” she admitted miserably with tears staining her cheeks.
The rest of the conversation that night was messy.
Everyone asked questions.
Where you were going. When the flight was. Whether you’d visit.
You answered everything calmly. But the mood never fully recovered. And Keonho still hadn’t said anything. He barely spoke the entire night. A few days later, the four of you met up again.
Just you, Keonho, Seonghyeon, and Iroha.
The others couldn’t make it. You ended up at a small park near your neighborhood—the one with the old swings and the rusting slide that little kids used during the day. At night it was empty. You all sat around the climbing frame like teenagers who refused to grow up. Seonghyeon kicked pebbles around while complaining about his university dorm.
“I swear if my roommate snores I’m committing a crime.”
“You’re being fucking dramatic.” Iroha said.
“You don’t understand suffering.”
The conversation moved slowly.
Not awkward.
Just, heavy.
Eventually Seonghyeon checked his phone.
“Shit, my mom’s calling.”
“I should go too.” Iroha said, standing up.
She looked at you for a second before pulling you into a tight hug.
“I’m still mad at you.” she muttered.
“I know.”
“But text me every day.”
“I will.”
Seonghyeon gave you a big tight hug too.
“Don’t become one of those people who disappears.”
“I won’t.”
And with that they left. Which meant it was just you and Keonho. You sat next to each other on the bench. The park was quiet except for the faint buzz of streetlights. After a long silence, he spoke.
“Twin.”
“Yeah?”
“I need to talk to you.”
You glanced at him.
“Okay.”
He inhaled slowly. “I like you.”
You blinked.
“I really like you,” he said again. “I can’t hold it back anymore.” The words hung in the air like something explosive. “If I knew you were moving,” he continued, voice tight, “I would’ve said this before.”
Your brain struggled to catch up.
“And I know you won’t do anything because of Amy,” he added quickly, “but just give me a chance. She won’t matter anymore.”
Your head snapped toward him.
“Keonho, what?”
“Come on,” he said. “I’ve given you so many hints.”
“Hints?”
“No one just says ‘I love you’ like that.” He tried to justify.
Your stomach dropped.
“I told you that was weird.” you said slowly. “And you said it was because I’m a good friend?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“But you said it like that.” you snapped, louder than you intended.
He went silent. Then suddenly the tension exploded. “Why didn’t you tell us you were moving?” he demanded.
“I didn’t want to.”
“So we don’t matter to you?”
“I didn’t fucking say that!”
“Yes you did. You implied that.”
“No I didn’t.”
He ran a hand through his hair angrily. “Because if I knew earlier I would’ve done everything differently.” He gestured between you. “This. This could’ve happened.”
You stared at him. “You’re really that confident I like you?”
“I’m confident I could’ve made you feel something,” he said. “If Amy wasn’t in the picture.”
Your jaw clenched. “Okay Keonho,” you said sharply. “But guess what? She is. And she’s a good friend to me.”
His expression turned annoyed instantly. “A good friend?” he scoffed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What?”
“She’s always been dramatic about our friendship,” he snapped. “She throws passive aggressive comments at you and you call her a good friend?”
“Since when were your views so fucked up?” he continued. “Where’s your self respect?”
You stood up immediately. “You have no business talking about me and Amy.”
“We are good,” you said. “We literally talked about this during the trip. Why the fuck do you think you have the right to comment on it?”
“Because you don’t get it!” he shouted.
“Get what??”
“IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU.” Keonho yelled, breathing heavily right after that sudden confession.
Your heart stopped.
“That girl I called hot?” he continued, voice shaking with frustration. “The one everyone thought Amy was mad about?”
He pointed at you.
“It was you. Seonghyeon was talking about you.”
Your brain short-circuited.
“You’re too dense for someone with good grades.” he said bitterly.
“Keonho I would have never known?” you yelled. “I can’t read your fucking mind?”
You were both breathing hard now. The park suddenly felt too small.
“I’m leaving,” you muttered. “I don’t have the energy for this.”
You turned.
He grabbed your wrist.
“Wait.”
You yanked your arm back.
“What do you need to know?” you snapped. “Haven’t you fucked around enough?”
His face tightened.
“Two rebounds after Amy because your desperate ass couldn’t move on,” you continued. “And you’re commenting on my self-respect?”
“Stop.” he said quietly. “Chill, I need to know something.”
You glared at him. “What.”
“Did you ever like me?”
Your anger faltered for half a second.
“Even a little,” he said. “If Amy and I never happened.”
You paused.
He looked desperate now.
“I can’t live like this,” he said quietly. “ I can't live in doubt.”
Your chest tightened.
“Maybe I did,” you admitted.
His eyes widened.
“But it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
“yn–”
“No.” You cut him off.
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“You and me?” you said flatly. “From today onwards we’re strangers.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“No I’m not,” you shot back. “You just completely bashed me. Then confessed. Then questioned my friendship with Amy.”
“Is this about girl code?”
“Not entirely.”
You stepped closer.
“Don’t you see how fucked up it is for me to even consider liking someone like you?”
He looked stunned.
“You basically toyed with me,” you said. “You knew exactly how Amy would react when she saw us together.”
“You think I’m fucking stupid?” You questioned him. His expression changed, his eyebrows now furrowed. He couldn't respond.
“No I’m not,” you said. “I notice things.”
“I notice how you lean in too close when she’s around.”
“I noticed how you grabbed my hand at Lotte World and held it too long because you knew everyone—including Amy, was watching.”
Your voice cracked.
“Fuck you.”
You turned and walked away.
“yn!” he shouted.
“yn come back!”
You didn’t The day you left, everyone came to the airport. Even though you told them not to.
Iroha cried immediately. Seonghyeon hugged you twice. Minju and Wonhee kept telling you to text them.
And then Keonho walked up. Arms open.
Waiting for a hug.
You stepped back.
He froze.
You turned toward the entrance.
His hand grabbed your arm gently. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“My intention was never that.” He swallowed.
“I didn’t realize how wrong everything played out.”
You turned and looked at him. Expressionless.
For a second he looked like he might say something else. But you didn’t respond. Because you knew if you did, it would break something all over again.
So you walked away. And that was the last time things were ever the same.
You and him, you both drifted apart after one conversation like the white clouds under the stars.
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Mourning bc evb seeing cortis except me💔💔 why does lolla ticketing have to be so confusing
extra! extra! read all about it! 🗞️ mars is in his feelings and he can’t get out of it 😵💫📰
જ⁀➴ ♡ HEART TO HEART — a belated martin edwards valentines smau 🦔<3🦔
in an attempt to prove he does know how to talk to a pretty girl, martin edwards needs a date to keonho’s valentines-birthday party by friday. with his charming personality and gorgeous smile like no other, it won’t be hard for him to twirl someone into pretending to be his plus one — the actual challenge lies in making sure he doesn’t catch genuine feelings, so that all his firsts are still saved for the real thing.
⤷ 💌 a boy who wants nothing more than to fall in love for real + the girl who’s sworn off of relationships, in the ultimate cliche of a fake dating scheme? these hearts don’t stand a chance 😪😪
this was actually the most beautiful thing i’ve EVER read😢😢😢 you’re the goat bro🐐🐐
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — DOWNBADISM AT IT’S FINEST
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FRIEND ZONE MASTERLIST
SYNOPSIS!! y/n has been in love with her best friend seonghyeon for as long as she can remember. but what happens when seonghyeon starts falling for someone else? will y/n finally be able to confess her feelings, or will she just have to live with them?
a/n - hyeon is so down bad for y/n I’m SICK but i love it! also next chapter is the epilogue 😕
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APPLE PIE ⤷ a nrk one-shot smau
૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾?
A LITTLE BIT OF CHAOS, AND APPLE PIE! . . . childhood!bestfriend!riki × clueless!f.reader ───✷ please watch out for some mature/strong language, a teeny tiny bit of angst (heh) and kys jokes
THEME . . . friends to lovers, idol!riki, slight miscommunication, down!bad!riki, tooth rotting fluff, so pure to the point idk what to put in warnings, reader is painfully oblivious, giselle from aespa as your best friend, smau
© JUW✷NSICLE . 2026
💌 ; @cheriinoo @thatfeelingwhenn @donutswjam
i need more lngshot fics + smau PLEASE YALL PLEASE!!!
always so understanding
— martin edwards 𝜗౿
pairing. boyfriend ! martin edwards x fem ! reader
warnings + info. reader has trouble expressing herself, understanding martin, jealousy + tiny argument, racism mentioned, reader is said to be a foreigner, pet names, kissing, a bit of pda, reader is older than the 09z.
synopsis. you’ve always had trouble expressing yourself, thank god your boyfriend was always so understanding.
author’s note. 4/5 cortis members. a lil something for martin cause he’s too iconic <3 cortis tag list is open !!
wc. 2.7k words
▸ feedback and reblogs are heavily appreciated.
showing affection was something you were never good at, all your life you’ve always been like that. blame it on your strict parents or ex shitty friends, doesn’t matter. you weren’t confident in your words, even when you were in a scary situation.
not even when you got a boyfriend.
martin was understanding, kind and patient. he was every girls dream. which is why it’s surprising that he stuck around. every single time you stumbled over your words, he said them for you.
example #1: the time you didn’t really like the new shoes he got you.
“yeah, they’re really pretty. thank you martin.” you say softly, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. martin didn’t say anything, just stared at you quietly.
“what is it?” you ask, unconsciously lifting up a hand to touch your face. did you have something on your face? oh god, don’t tell me you have left over sauce on your face. you knew eating those pork ribs were a bad idea.
“you don’t like them.” he said suddenly. you paused, your hand flying down. “what?” you mumbled. “of course i like them!”
“baby, you don’t have to lie to me. i knew it, i shouldn’t have listened to james. but don’t worry! i’ll return them.” he said, quickly wrapping the box you had previous unwrapped.
“what? no!” you exclaimed, your hands taking a hold of his wrist. “martin, look.. you’re right. they’re not my style, but they are really cute. i’m sure i can work something out with them.”
martin let out a little sigh, “are you sure?” you nodded, a little giggle slipping past your lips. “yes, now calm down.”
example #2: the time you were at the amusement park.
you gulped nervously as you stared up at the roller coasters. you didn’t have the heart to tell martin no when he invited you over with his friends. you thought you could get away with not having to get on the big rides.
martin had always been a scaredy cat when it came to heights. but then, he started rambling about how he was so excited to “try out the new roller coaster”.
“roller coaster?” you remember asking in the car. you sat in between martin and keonho, who couldn’t stay still while martin had a arm around your shoulder.
“yeah! noona it’s gonna be so cool. it goes super high!” keonho said excitedly, basically screaming into your ear over the loud music james was playing in the drivers seat.
“i heard it made someone throw up!” seonghyeon exclaimed behind you.
you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
and then it dropped to your ass when martin expressed excitement over this new roller coaster.
juhoon groaned in the passenger seat. “guess i won’t be able to eat before the ride.”
once at the amusement park and after getting off the giant teacups, keonho and seonghyeon ran past you and the others. “where are they going?” you couldn’t help but ask, your hand holding onto martin’s hand tightly.
“getting food. want anything, babe?”
your stomach grumbled, making you blush. martin laughed, kissing your temple. “c’mon, we can try those deep fried oreos you always wanted to try.”
“let’s share!” you hear james tell martin but you couldn’t muster up the courage to reply. not when you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.
because after eating, you’ll have to get on that tall ass ride.
you sit quietly, your gaze locked on the tall ride that you were soon going to get on.
“—be, babe.. baby!”
“huh? what?” you ask, turning to face martin. your face flushed once you realized that not only was martin staring at you in concern, so were his friends.
“you’re not eating.” martin said, a frown decorating his face. “oh, i’m not really hungry.” you say.
how could you eat when you were already feeling light-headed?
“you okay, noona?” seonghyeon asked, fork in hand.
“yeah, of course. why wouldn’t i be?” you say, throwing out a fake chuckle. the guys nod, giving martin a worried look before going back to showing each other instagram reels.
“y/nie, let’s go try to win something.” martin says after finishing his snack. “what?” you ask, noticing how he dragged you away from his friends and away from the scary roller coaster.
“but what about the ride? you said you were excited about it.” you asked, coming to a halt. martin shrugged, “not that interested anymore.”
you squint at him, “not that interested my ass, let’s go catch up with the guys.” you say, starting to turn around but martin quickly made you face him.
you blushed, gulping as you felt his larger hands on your waist before looking up at him. “i know you don’t wanna go on the ride.”
you freeze slightly, before scoffing. “of course i do, why else would i agree to it?”
“because you’re a good girlfriend. i saw the way your face paled when you were staring at the ride.” martin said softly, taking ahold on your hand.
you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. you let out a heavy sigh, “okay fine, but.. you should still go on the ride. i can wait down here.”
martin frowned, “are you sure? we can go try out the bumper cars.”
you laugh, “we can try that after, now go! catch up with the boys.”
martin grinned, leaning down to leave a long, big kiss on your lips. “you’re the best girlfriend ever, remind me to propose when we’re legal.”
you watched him catch up with his friends with a grin, taking a couple pictures with your disposable camera.
example #3: the time he stood up for you.
being a foreigner in korea was already difficult. having to learn a whole new language and culture.
the people who looked down on you was the worst part.
you and martin were on y’all’s third date. he decided that taking you to a new restaurant was the way to go. it was a cute, rich place. bright lights and jazz music playing from the speakers.
the waiter though… he was certainly something. he looked around you and martin’s age, maybe just a few years older.
as soon as you sat down, you could feel the attitude coming from him. you just sat down, there’s no way you did something to offend him. your clothes fit the dress code and you were respectful to the lady at the front when you entered hang in hand with your (at the time) new boyfriend.
“hello young man, hi ma’am.. what can i get y’all to drink?” he said, a calm tone with martin, yet a condescending tone with you.
you didn’t comment on it.
“yes, can i get a sprite please?” you ask kindly.
“i’ll get the same thing.” martin said with a nod.
the waited wrote it down, nodding at martin before saying, “of course, take your time looking at the menu.”
… take your time, not ‘take y’all’s time’.
you stayed silent, watching him walk away before returning your gaze to martin. “so, what are you getting?”
“i think the chicken alfredo with shrimp. how about you, pretty?”
you blushed, looking down at the menu to try to hide your cheeks. “uhh, the same thing. can we get breadsticks?”
“whatever you want, mama.” martin said with a wink. you couldn’t help but giggle. you talked casually, making future hang outs and talking about the most random things.
that laughter died down when a loud sound made you flinch. a cup full of a dark drink was harshly slammed in front of you. you watched as a couple of drops fell onto the table.
martin watched with narrowed eyes as the man turned to him with a grin, gently setting down a cup full of a clear drink. “she also asked for a sprite.”
the man seemed unfazed, “oh, did she? i’m sure coke is fine for her, no?”
“why the fuck are you asking me?” martin asked, his tone clearly changed. you stared back and forth between the both of them, eyes almost bulging out of your eye sockets.
is this really happening?
“look, sir, watch your tone—”
“no, you watch your tone. what the hell is wrong with you? you’ve been nothing but an ass to her since we’ve been here. mind you, we haven’t even been here for 10 minutes.” he said loudly, pointing an accusing finger at the waiter.
“look man, we don’t accept foreigners here.” the waiter said. although your stomach dropped, you noticed how martin’s hands quickly turned into a fist.
“really? i didn’t see a fucking sign.”
“look, you we accept. at least you’re half asian, but she’s—”
“say some dumb shit about her and i swear to god—” martin said, standing up and stabbing his finger into the waiters chest. you quickly stand up, grabbing him by his forearm.
you gulped once you noticed that people were turning to give the waiter a dirty look. “martin, let’s just go.” you tried saying, but i guess you weren’t loud enough.
“is there a problem?” another man said, approaching y’all’s table. you let out a sigh, oh brother.
“yes, there is a problem. this man is being racist towards my girlfriend.” martin said even louder.
“let’s just go, martin!” you whisper shouted at him. martin gave you a wide eyed look, “hell no! he disrespected you, in front of me! he has to learn that there’s consequences for his behavior.”
“is this true?” the man wearing the fancy suit asked. the waiter gave a weak nod, “i’m just saying, there’s already a lot of foreigners in korea—”
“who are giving us business. look around, mr. kim! 50% of this building is filled with foreigners who reside here or are visiting! you know what, this is unacceptable. your apron, now!” he demanded, putting his hand out.
the shorter man looked up with a frown, “what?”
“he said he wants your apron.” martin instigated. you couldn’t help the little pinch you gave him on the back of his arm. the tall boy flinched but didn’t say anything.
once the shorter man finally decided to take off the apron and leave, the well dressed man turned towards you.
“i am so sorry about my ex-employee’s words and actions, your meal will be free and so will your next 2 meals that you decide to have here.”
martin nodded, pleased. “thank you sir. also, she wanted a sprite. he gave her a coke.”
the man looked even more disappointed. he took the cup with a nod, “one sprite coming up.”
once you and martin sat down, he gave you a wide grin. you leaned forward, giving him a deep kiss. “thank you, martin.”
“he’s lucky we’re in a restaurant. if he did that shit anywhere else, i would’ve stomped on him.”
you chuckled, shaking your head. “i fully believe you.”
example #4: the time you ignored him out of jealousy.
it started at a party. james had invited you and martin to his cousin’s birthday party and of course y’all agreed.
it began normally. y’all danced, sang along to songs y’all knew, and began catching up with friends you haven’t seen since school ended for summer break.
you looked good and you felt good, until she came along.
jiyoon always had a little crush on martin. you knew that because she made it so obvious. you vividly remember the time she sat in between you and martin while yall talked in gym class.
she practically ignored you, only trying to talk to martin.
your boyfriend immediately realized what she was doing and stood up, stepping over her to get in front of you.
“sorry jiyoon, but me and y/n were talking. see you later.” he said, grabbing onto your hand before dragging you behind him. you didn’t have to turn around to know she was fuming.
that was before y’all started dating, imagine the glares you got after y’all began dating.
now, you stood in the kitchen as you watched martin talking to jiyoon. you had stepped away from him to use to restroom, promising to be quick.
you didn’t know how to feel, but you couldn’t help the rage that crawled around your chest as you watched jiyoon throw her head back in laughter as she wrapped her hand around martin’s bicep.
you also couldn’t deny the fact that your eyes grew teary as you witnessed martin take ahold of her waist so she wouldn’t fall. it was stupid, right? he was just being nice.
then why was your throat closing up on you?
“y/nie?” you turned around at the random voice, only to realize it was juhoon. his face fell at the sight of your teary eyes. juhoon’s eyes followed your gaze and swallowed. “y/nie, i’m sure it’s not what it seems..”
you sniffled, “right. please tell him i don’t feel good. i’m going home.” you say, walking past him and walking past a cheerful keonho who began approaching the two of you.
“y/n!”
“noona! what happened?” you hear keonho ask juhoon. you didn’t stick around to find out what he said.
because you came with martin, you had to beg a friend for a ride. you weren’t even inside your home for 5 minutes before the texts came in.
giant lover 💘 : babe wya? juhoon said you left
giant lover 💘 : is something wrong?
giant lover 💘 : do you really not feel good? want me to stop for some medicine?
*one missed call*
giant lover 💘 : y/n answer the phone
*one missed call*
giant lover 💘 : pls answer the damn phone baby
*one missed call*
giant lover 💘 : did i do something wrong?
giant lover 💘 : i’m coming over
were you being petty? maybe. were you jealous? maybe. were you overreacting? who knows. were you going to open the door? fuck no.
“baby i know you’re here, i have your location!” martin said behind the door.
shit, he did.
“why’d you turn it off?!” he whined. “y/n, answer the door or i’ll call your mom!”
your mom didn’t scare you, not anymore at least.
“c’mon baby, i have food.”
you quirked an eyebrow. food?
“what type of food?”
“mexican tacos from down the street.” he replied.
oh, you’re not passing out on that. imagine your betrayal when you opened the door and there was no food in fucking sight.
“finally,” your boyfriend said, walking past you and into your home. “why were you ignoring my calls, my messages?”
“why don’t you have any food?”
“i asked you something first!”
“i don’t know, how about you go ask jiyoon. she seemed to clearly have all of your attention at the party.” you replied, slamming the door shut and walking past him.
martin frowned, following after you as you walked towards your room. “lee jiyoon? seriously? you’re acting like this over jiyoon?”
“you grabbed her waist, martin. so yes, i’m acting like this because of jiyoon.” you said, dropping onto your bed and getting on your phone.
“this has to be a joke. the same jiyoon i blocked on every social media platform i have because you don’t like her? the same jiyoon i got assigned with for a project yet i begged our teacher to change so i wouldn’t even have to look at her? that jiyoon?”
martin took your phone, forcing you to sit up before taking your hand into his. “juhoon told me you cried.” he mentioned softly.
you look away, your cheeks getting warm. “i almost cried, he should know the difference at his big age.” martin chuckled, leaving a soft peck on your forehead. “i’m sorry i made you feel that way, y/n. she came over and began rambling, i was stuck. and if you don’t like the fact that i saved her from eating shit, then i’ll let her fall next time. not that there will be a next time, though. just… don’t ignore me, okay?”
you bit your lip a little, looking down at his bracelets instead of his eyes. “you’re right. i’m sorry too, that was childish of me.”
martin shook his head, “no, it wasn’t. maybe the way you went about it, but you felt some type of way, that isn’t childish.”
you leaned forward, dropping your head into his shoulder. “why are you so amazing?”
“because i have an amazing girlfriend.”
sure, you didn’t know how to properly express yourself.
but you were always so grateful that you had a boyfriend who understood you without making you feel bad.
azywhwa Ⓒ 2026
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN — CONFESSION
Ever since the night you and Seonghyeon made up, he started acting as if he were your boyfriend.
Of course you didn’t mind it though.
You could tell that he was really trying to make up for the time you had lost together.
He started texting you first, trying to hold your hand, hugging you at the most random moments, and making sure to be open about his feelings with you.
It felt like a glimpse of what it would be like if he was your boyfriend.
Your friends had been teasing Seonghyeon a lot about being like your boyfriend and he would just say “I am.”
You, of course, thought that he was just joking around but anytime would happen. He wouldn’t even try to deny it.
You honestly liked that a lot because you did want to be his girlfriend.
You were both going to hang out today.
You had finally made up your mind and decided today would be the day you would confessed, and you would not chicken out.
You didn’t really know what you were gonna say, but you were just gonna speak from the heart.
You sat nervously on your bed, waiting for him to come over.
About 15 minutes later, you finally hear the doorbell ring.
You take a minute to make yourself look presentable.
As soon as you make your way downstairs, James was already sitting at the door talking to Seonghyeon.
As soon as you make your way downstairs, you hear James and Seonghyeon whispering.
“What are you to whispering about.” you say, pointing at them accusingly.
They both automatically jump away from each other.
“Nothing.” they say.
“I don’t believe you two, but I don’t care right now. Come on Seonghyeon.” you say grabbing him by the hand and dragging him upstairs.
“Why am I kind of scared.” he says laughing nervously.
“I think I’m more nervous than you right now.” you say quietly.
“Wait why are you nervous?” he says, looking at you attentively.
“I have something important that I want to tell you.” you say.
“Ok just don’t end our friendship.” he says.
“Be for real you know I’ll never do that anyways let me say this so I don’t end up, never saying it.” you say smacking his arm.
“Ok go ahead.” he says.
“I wanted to tell you this for a long time, but I was too scared of ruining our friendship, but after the past couple weeks, I decided that I should tell you now instead of keeping it for longer than I already have been.” you say taking a deep breath.
“I really really like you and not in a best friend way like I wanna be more. I wanna be the first person that you wanna talk to you in the morning and the last person you wanna talk to you at night and I wanna be there for you and every moment whether it’s good or bad.” you say.
“And it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way, i’ve already accepted whatever the outcome is.” you say finally looking into his eyes.
He stays silent for a few seconds, which made your nerves spike.
He knew you like the back of his hand when he saw how nervous you were, he grabbed your hand and put it in his.
“No I like you too a lot I’m sorry for being an idiot not telling you sooner.” he says, squeezing your hand tighter.
“Those three weeks when we barely talked, felt like hell to me I was such an idiot. I thought if I gave my attention to someone else, my heart wouldn’t race for you.”
“These past few weeks, I’ve been trying to show you how much I actually care for you and not in a friendly way I want to be your boyfriend. I couldn’t even stand the thought of you being with somebody else.” he says.
“I want to be able to hold your hand every day. I want to be able to tell you how much I like you. I want to be able to hug you tightly. I want to be able to kiss you. And I want to be everything I can for you.” he says scrambling.
“Can I ask you something else?” he says smiling.
“Of course you can.” you say.
“May I be your boyfriend.” he says, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“Yes yes, you can.” you say hearing your heart beat inside your ears.
You both stare at each other for a few minutes.
When Seonghyeon finally breaks the silence, he asks “Can… I kiss you.”
You feel lightheaded.
“Yes.” you say voice barely above a whisper.
He looks at you as if he’s trying to see if you’re really ok with.
When he finally kisses you, it’s soft like he’s taking his time after waiting for so long.
You can feel his thumb rubbing your cheek.
When you pull back, he leans his forehead on yours smiling.
“I can’t believe I actually just got to do that.” he says.
“Well don’t get used to it.” you say jokingly.
He finally pulls back.
“Come with me I have something I wanna show you.” he says, putting his arms out for you to grab.
He intertwines your fingers again.
When you finally get downstairs, James is waiting.
“Did you say yes.” he says enthusiastically.
Seonghyeon raises your intertwined hands.
“Of course she said yes.” he says with a goofy grin.
“Thank the lord we literally prayed for times like this.” James says, clasping his hands together.
“I took both of you and idiots so long to do this.” he says.
“Ok and we did it now so it doesn’t matter anymore now move so my boyfriend can show me what he wanted to show me.” You say voice laced with sass.
“Ok you brat.” he says, rolling his eyes and walking away.
When you finally get outside, Seonghyeon walks you to his car.
He opens the passenger side door and you see a bunch of your favorite things.
“Awww Seonghyeon, you don’t have to do that.” you say hugging him.
“I know, but it’s my first day as your boyfriend so you better get used to it.” he says hugging you back tightly.
“I can’t believe it took us this long to do this.” you say in disbelief.
“We were just idiots in love.” he says.
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SYNOPSIS!! y/n has been in love with her best friend seonghyeon for as long as she can remember. but what happens when seonghyeon starts falling for someone else? will y/n finally be able to confess her feelings, or will she just have to live with them?
a/n - THEY FINALLY DID IT!! HYEONYN IS OFFICIAL ☺️😝☺️
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TO ALL ENGENES!
please do not scroll, this is a very important message that ALL ENGENES must do if we want heeseung back.
as most of you might know, heeseung has "decided" to leave the group to focus on his solo career. BUT, this is not true.
heeseung DID NOT decide to leave the group, he was forced to. he was apparently seen crying and "crashing out" in a hybe hallway which CLEARLY shows it was not his decision. to add on, just a few days ago he was speaking about the world tour coming up, and participating in activities and events LIKE NORMAL. it was be so weird just for him to leave like that.
ENGENE, we are a team. we can bring heeseung back. for example, MARK FROM NCT. he left the group exactly like this but came back due to the FANS PROTESTS. WE CAN DO THIS FOR HEESEUNG ASWELL! PLEASE DO THIS SO OUR HEE CAN COME BACK.
THIS IS NOT FAIR! OTHER ARTISTS LIKE: YEJI FROM ITZY, TWICE MEMBERS, TXT MEMBERS, BTS MEMBERS AND MANY MORE ARTISTS ARE ALLOWED TO PURSUE THEIR SOLO CAREER WHILE BEING IN A GROUP. BUT NOT HEESEUNG??
we all call for heeseung's return while ALLOWING HIM THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE HIS SOLO CAREER.
ENHYPEN WILL ALWAYS BE SEVEN!
SEVEN OR NOTHING!
please reblog to spread awareness!!
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