It was a typical summer day, Keonho over and distracting you from the summer journaling you insisted on starting. He had pulled you onto his lap because, “Contact sports is something he takes very seriously.” His arms are wrapped loosely abound your hips. He’s using his boyish smile on you to get you from getting piss at him.
“Gimmie a kiss.” He demanded softly while looking into your eyes. “Nah” you replied while playing with the necklace he’s wearing with your initials. He pouts instantly, “Oh so you hate me?” You roll your eyes and lean down to kiss his right cheek. He looks at you seriously “I was expecting to be kissed somewhere more to the left.” You grip his collar and lean down to kiss his left cheek. “Ok so you do hate me.” He said slightly annoyed. You giggle at his seriousness and lean down to kiss his right then left cheek. He rolls his eyes and lays his head back onto the bed frame with a huff. He turns back to look at you and says, “So do you want me to get on the ground and beg cause I will?”
You grip his cheeks with one hand and lean down slowly to kiss him on the lips. He kisses back instantly and smiles into the kiss. His hands melt down your sides as you kiss him. When you lean away his boyish smile returns. “Good girl-“ you smack him in the face with a pillow while your face turns red. When the pillow falls he’s still smiling loving how much he flusters you.
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An: Expect to see me when you see me. I have so much I want to write just no time lol. Hope you enjoyed this cute Oneshot.
your mouth is dry, your vision is blurry, and ahn keonho is surprisingly..
right next to you??
he’s stayed over once again. sometimes you wonder who’s house this actually is, his or yours?
you feel like you just woke up in the sahara desert. you see your blanket hanging off the side of the bed, assuming you kicked them off mid sleep because of how hot it is.
keonho on the other hand, is completely knocked out. not a care in the world. his arm is thrown out across your stomach, fingers tightening on your waist as you try to wiggle out of his grasp.
that’s just something keonho would never allow. even if he’s unconscious.
he scoots closer, his face digging into the crook of your neck as he mumbles some incoherent nonsense.
you take a long, deep breath.
“keonho.”
“mm.”
“move.”
“mmm.”
it was no use. he was too far gone.
there was only one thing that could be done.
SMACK!
“ow!”
his eyes struggle to open as he slowly moves to the farther side of the bed, rubbing the redness that began to form on his arm.
“what was that for?”
“i told you to move. we need to get ready for school.”
“well you didn’t have to attack me just to convey that message.”
“you almost killed me through suffocation, so i had no choice.”
“you’re so dramatic.”
“says the one who hysterically cried at the ending of homeward bound that i had to drag you out the theater. now get up.”
“it reminded me of cookie..”
“since you love cookie so much, how about you two reunite just like in the movie and you sleep at your own house?”
"but your bed is better than mine."
he starts to snuggle himself under your covers again before you grab a pillow to hit him with.
"okay! okay! i'm leaving."
you roll your eyes as he makes his way to your bedroom door, giving you that look before exiting.
“see you at school, y/n.”
your heart skipped a beat, but you try to ignore it.
you’re having a hard time coming to terms that you’re falling for your best friend.
ahn keonho has been by your side for years, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship over something stupid.
how do you even know if keonho feels the same way?
sure, you guys kiss. and..share the same bed sometimes. but, it’s different with him. you’re actually comfortable around keonho. you don’t mind doing things like that with him, zero commitment involved.
but sometimes you do wonder…what it’d actually be like to commit to a romantic relationship with keonho. for real.
you just try to forget about it and get ready for school.
keonho was walking to his house, which was conveniently right next to yours.
on the way there, he couldn’t help but think about one thing.
you.
you took up 100% of his brain and his heart.
you were all he’s ever known since the beginning, and he wanted you to know that. he officially made his mind up.
he was gonna confess.
today.
school was boring as usual. you had a math exam that you completely flunked. since keonho stayed over at your house basically the whole weekend, it slipped your mind that you needed to study for it. but you’re not gonna blame it entirely on him, he probably failed it too.
the dismissal bell rung and you were packing up your things, just chatting with your friends. they brought up how shocked they are that you and keonho aren’t dating yet, given the fact that you two are basically attached to the hip.
you didn’t want your friends to know anything. you didn’t want to accept what you felt for him either. so, you lied.
“what? i would NEVER date keonho. as long as there is breath in my body, we will never be anything. i see him only as a friend. nothing else.”
“really?”
“yeah. i mean—i wasn’t going to tell you guys this but..we kissed a few times. a lot of times actually.”
“WHAT?”
“yeah, but it’s really not that deep. i don’t feel anything towards him. he’s like…super clingy.”
“wow. so you guys kissed before, and you still have NO feelings for him?”
“yep.”
“is he at least a good kisser?”
you chuckle and roll your eyes.
“no comment.”
your friends all stare at you in disbelief. you know that everything you said just now wasn’t true, excluding the kissing part. in all honesty, you can’t come to terms with the truth. but you’re sure keonho would’ve said the same thing, right?
you bite on your bottom lip as you walk out, not knowing that just two minutes before that, keonho was outside.
listening to everything you said.
keonho had it all planned out. he was going to wait for you outside your classroom and you two were gonna walk home together like you always do. except this time, he was going to tell you exactly how he felt.
he’s waiting outside, shoulders scrunched up with his hands in his pockets. he was incredibly nervous. he looks through the window and sees you inside, talking with your friends.
but then he hears his name. he gets closer to the door to listen.
“why aren’t you and keonho dating yet?”
“oh no. i would NEVER date keonho. as long as there is breath in my body. we will never be anything. i see him only as a friend. nothing else.”
he immediately wanted to block everything out. but then you said more.
“we kissed a lot of times, but it’s not really that deep. i don’t feel anything towards him. he’s like..super clingy.”
your words hit him like a ton of bricks.
he swallows hard before quickly walking away, heart in shambles.
even after hearing your hurtful words, he still waited for you.
he stood by the front gate watching you walk down towards him. but the closer you got, the harder it was for him to meet your gaze.
“hey keon!”
“hey.”
he clenches the straps of his backpack and starts walking in the direction of your house.
“oh my god. you won’t believe what happened to me today.”
he is silent.
“i flunked my math test so bad. i totally forgot to study because we hung out like all weekend.”
“cool.”
“what?”
“huh?”
“what do you mean, “cool?” i failed the test.”
“oh. sorry.”
“what did you get on it?”
“i don’t know.”
“you…don’t know?”
“didn’t check.”
“okay..”
silence lingers between the two of you for a minute before you couldn’t take it anymore.
“is something wrong?”
“nah.”
“did someone say something to you?”
he goes quiet. you stop infront of your house, but he keeps walking down to his.
“wait—keon. you’re not coming over?”
“no. i’m busy.”
“okay—“
before you could even finish your sentence, he speed walks into his house, door slamming behind him.
you’re just standing there. having difficulty accepting the difference in behavior keonho just showed you. that wasn’t like him at all.
you shake the thoughts off and walk into your house.
you’re laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling.
you couldn’t stop thinking about him.
and even worse,
your bedsheets still smelt like him.
you thought about calling his house phone, but he probably wasn’t in the mood to talk to you anyway.
so inevitably, you start overthinking.
did something happen? did someone say something to him? why wasn’t he opening up to you like he usually did? did you do something?
you could barely go to sleep because your thoughts kept you up the whole night.
you wake up from the little amount of sleep you got, eyelids weighing down as you get ready for school.
you walk out the house and spot keonho walk right past you. he gives you a quick glance, but his jaw tightens as he continues to walk away.
you don’t even bother to call out his name. what was the point? he obviously didn’t want to speak to you.
you trail behind him, far enough that he can’t hear your footsteps, but close enough that he’s still in your line of sight. tears start to form in your eyes, you quickly sniff and wipe them away before they fall.
you hated this. so much.
you looked at the back at his head, waiting for him to just turn around and talk to you again.
you missed him.
then, your mind went to the things you said yesterday.
“he’s super clingy.”
it wasn’t true. none of it was true.
you’re the clingy one.
you want to go back to the way things were. you’d do anything.
you don’t even remember walking into class, but eventually you got there. you stared out the window, zoning out, thinking of keonho.
you decided that you were gonna talk to him at lunch, no more avoiding, you couldn’t deal with it for any longer.
you started thinking about what you should say.
“sorry?” , “why are you avoiding me?”
you didn’t even know what the problem was. that’s what made everything so much harder to understand. you just suck it up and walk towards the cafeteria.
you usually sat next to keonho at lunch. but when you walked in, you saw he was already sitting with someone.
phoebe.
keonho knew that you hated her.
she used to spread rumors about how close you were with keonho, making up nonsense about how you’re only friends with him just to use him.
so when you saw him sitting right next to her, laughing like she was the most funniest person in the world as she touched his arm, you didn’t know how to react.
you just turned around and stormed out, you didn’t even have an appetite anymore.
when you got home, you locked yourself in your room and refused to come out. your mom knocked on your door out of worry.
“sweetie? is everything alright?”
“i’m fine.”
“keonho’s mom called. did something happen between you two?”
“no.”
“sweetheart, listen to me. whatever happened, i’m sure you’ll get through it. you and keonho care for each other and nothing will ever change that fact.”
you don’t respond. you just cover your mouth to muffle the sound of your sobs trying to escape.
she didn’t get it.
keonho didn’t care about you anymore. he doesn’t want anything to do with you. you just wish you knew why.
the next day already felt insufferable. you woke up super late, and it was past noon. you decided to stay home from school, you couldn’t bear to let keonho see you in this state. your hair was a mess and your under eyes were incredibly dark and puffy. you spent the whole night crying like a damn child. you close your eyes for a brief second when suddenly your stomach starts rumbling.
“right. i haven’t eaten anything.”
you stumble out of bed and into the kitchen to see your mom left you breakfast and a note.
“to my baby:
life changes. but only you get to decide if it’s for better or for worse. i know you’re hungry, so i made you this. also, don’t linger too long in your room! go out and take a breath of fresh air, i left $20 bucks on my dresser. love you :)”
you smile at the kind words she left you. she was right, it was all up to you. even though you’re upset about the situation, you can’t let it take control of you.
so you listened to her and went out for a stroll.
your local cafe that all the kids went to didn’t seem that busy, but to be fair it was a school day. you brought your cd player with you so you could listen to your favorite cd while drinking a cup of coffee. you press play and the song that started playing was “no ordinary love” by sade.
keonho bought you this cd after you told him you liked ONE song by her. that day still makes you laugh, he tried to make it seem like a surprise but it was so obvious he was carrying a cd case. it’s so crazy that even now you still find a way to make everything about keonho. he really does play a huge role in your life.
you sigh and look out the window, watching the people walk by.
keonho was at school, but something was missing. you weren’t there and he noticed pretty fast. you never miss a day of school, no matter what. he couldn’t help but think that this was his fault, even though you were the one who hurt him first. why does he care so much? his thoughts are interrupted by phoebe, who he forgot was even sitting right next to him. they were both outside alone during lunchtime in the courtyard.
“are you even listening to me?”
“huh?”
“i asked you if you want to go to the movies with me this weekend.”
“oh.”
“..well??”
“uh, sure.”
“keonho, be honest. are you thinking about her?”
he doesn’t respond immediately, and that was enough of an answer for her.
“you were. even after what she did.”
“phoebe. i don’t think i can do this anymore. it just doesn’t sit right with me.”
“what?..so what you’re saying is that you prefer that bitch more than me?”
“excuse me?”
“just admit it. that’s what you were thinking, huh?”
“what did you just call her?”
“it’s true. she’s a bitch. she doesn’t even like you, and she only keeps you around for her own benefit. she doesn’t give a damn about you. what don’t you get?”
“look, phoebe. i’m not doing this with you. i don’t care if me and y/n aren’t on speaking terms right now or not. she isn’t a bitch, and i’m not going to allow you to disrespect her in front of me.”
“whatever. i knew this was a bad idea anyway, she has you under a spell. you need to wake up, keonho.”
she gets up and storms off towards the entrance of the building.
her words rang in his mind for the rest of the day.
“you need to wake up, keonho.”
but it’s impossible. this spell you have him under, it can’t be broken.
and that’s why he’s so frustrated.
you finally made it back home and it was almost evening. you were lucky that you didn’t run into keonho. he should be home by now, probably watching tv or reading a comic. you spent so much time with him that you can guess exactly what he was doing without fail. so it was the perfect time.
to stop by his house and talk to him.
you thought long and hard about it, you were going to try to be mature and have a conversation with keonho.
you even wrote down what you wanted to say, even though it’s most likely going to go off script.
but fuck it. you just needed to know how to fix this.
you make your way to his house next door, and it felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. but you just took a deep breath and rang his doorbell. you close your eyes and mentally prepare yourself as rain lightly drizzles on top of you.
he opens the door with a monotonous expression, his eyes lingering on everything else but you. you take a deep breath before greeting him.
“hi.”
“hey.”
“we need to talk.”
he gestures you to come in. you walk in but not too far.
“where’s your parents?”
“out.”
you just look at him and nod your head. he won’t even look at you.
“so, what did you want?”
“keonho, why can’t you look at me?”
his eyes finally meet yours for the first time in what felt like eternity.
“i am looking at you.”
“no, you’re avoiding me. do you know how unfair this all is? you just start randomly acting like i don’t exist, and then you start hanging out with phoebe?? her of all people, keonho? that’s sick.”
“i’m sick?? why do you think i’m ignoring you in the first place? did you even think that you did anything wrong? probably not, because you think you’re so perfect.”
“what the fuck, keonho. seriously. that’s not fair. how am i even supposed to know anything if you refuse to talk to me?”
“you don’t remember what you said? any of it?”
“what did i even say that was so bad?? the last thing i remember talking to you about was that damn stupid math test. but you were already brushing me off back then too. so no, i don’t know what i said.”
“i heard everything, y/n. how you’ll never date me and how “clingy” i am.”
your mind instantly flashes back to what you told your friends.
“you…heard me say that?”
“every last word. and i’m the one being unfair?? how do you think i felt hearing you say that?”
“keonho. i’m so sorry. you know i didn’t mean any of that—“
“and why should i believe you?”
“no seriously, i was lying. i didn’t mean any of it. i just—i don’t know.”
“even if you didn’t mean it, you still said it. how could you stoop so low?”
silence rings out between the two of you.
“so you started hanging out with her, just to get back at me?”
“i don’t know. maybe i enjoy being around her more than i enjoy being with you.”
tears start to form in your eyes.
“you don’t mean that.”
he shrugs, refusing to meet your gaze.
“maybe i do.”
your heart drops to your stomach.
“what the fuck is your problem, huh? you’re taking this too far.”
“why can’t you just accept it?”
“accept what?? i already apologized, keonho. what more do you want from me?”
“for you to be honest with me.”
“what does it matter anyway? our friendship can never go back to the way it was.”
“you’re ridiculous. get out.”
“…what?”
“i said get out.”
“keonho i—“
“get. out.”
a tear manages to escape your eyes as you turn to walk out the door, shoulders brushing with his.
the second you step out, you stop dead in your tracks.
it was raining really hard. you hesitated for a second before running out to get drenched. you thought that maybe if you stood in the rain, it would wash away all your troubles.
it would also be easier to hide the fact that your face is full of tears.
the door slams behind you and he finally stops holding in his breath. he knew he didn’t mean any of that.
watching you leave pained him so much. he couldn’t wrap his head around the sudden guilt he felt.
that’s when he started overthinking.
if you leave right now, will you ever be apart of his life again?
he can’t even begin to grasp life without you. he’s already been going crazy these past couple of days.
then it happens again.
that moment where his body acts before his mind does.
he can’t let you leave without telling you the truth.
he swings open the door and runs after you before yelling out your name.
“y/n! wait.”
you turn around, eyebrows furrowing as he runs towards you.
he stops a couple feet in front of you, hesitant to get closer. then he deeply sighs, running his hands through his already damp hair in frustration.
“i don’t want to be your fucking friend, y/n. i’m inlove with you. i love you.”
your eyes widen in absolute shock. you couldn’t even utter a single word out because before you know it, he’s pulling you into a passionate kiss. the rain pattered on the ground around you, the scent of it enveloping the two of you. you melt into the kiss instantly, your hands naturally finding the fabric of his shirt then eventually moving to the back of his neck. he kisses you even deeper as he cups your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer to him. the kiss lasted longer than expected, the taste of his lips and the warm rain mixing together in perfect harmony. keonho couldn’t get enough. he was hungry for it. he wanted to prove to you through actions that he’s capable of loving you, and capable of being yours.
and you got the message, loud and clear.
his hands traveled to your waist as he pulled away from the kiss, foreheads still resting against each other. he closes his eyes and stifles out a laugh.
“we’re gonna catch a cold, aren’t we?”
“definitely.”
you chuckle and tighten your grip on his shoulders.
“i’m sorry about lying, keonho. i think i was just afraid—“
he kisses you again, refusing to hear anymore of it. you just give up and surrender completely to his lips. a moment later he pulls away, focusing his gaze directly on you and you only.
“as long as you tell me. right now. that you want to be with me, then i’ll forget everything you ever said. forever.”
you stare into his eyes, the raindrops lightly resting on his eyelashes and making him look even prettier.
“i want to be with you, keonho. i do want to date you.”
“perfect, then.”
he leans in one last time, sealing in your words with a soft, slow kiss.
. . banter banter banter , rude humour , they lowk hate each other ( but in a loving way? )
notes so originally, this was an unfinished smau for 7 months but i finally got myself to finish it after seeing cortis last night and keonho bias wrecked me SO HARD. as the title states, this is a very unserious one ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ enjoy!
summary spiderman misses his girlfriend in the middle of the night, so as any boyfriend would, he swings by
content established relationship, spiderkono, fluff, kissing
it’s 1:19 am when you hear a very loud thud followed by frantic scrabbling against your window. you jolt half out of bed, one hand already reaching for the lamp, before you hear a very quiet, very familiar voice going “ow ow ow! shut up you stupid railing—”
you snort so loud you almost choke, padding over to the window in your blue oversized sleep shirt. sure enough, there’s keonho, tangled slightly in the fire escape bars, mask half pushed up, hair sticking up in every direction, looking like he just lost a fight with gravity. when he sees you he grins widely, fixing his mask a little.
“hi baby,” he whispers, trying to yank his leg free without making more noise. “don’t mind me. just fighting for my life out here.”
“you are so embarrassing,” you whisper-yell, sliding the window up and reaching out to untangle his ankle. “my dad’s literally down the hallway watching old action movies, you absolute maniac. did you try to jump from the roof again?”
“in my defense it worked last time!” he hisses, finally freeing himself and tumbling inside in a very un-superhero-like heap on your floor. he pops up a second later like nothing happened, dusting off his suit like he didn’t just faceplant onto your rug. “and i missed you.”
you roll your eyes but you’re already smiling, stepping forward to brush leaves and dust off his shoulder. “you’re so lucky i love you. if he heard that noise we’d both be dead before you even took your boots off.”
“you love me?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “knew it. couldn’t resist the spiderman charm.”
“i tolerate your chaos, there’s a difference.” you tug him over to sit on the edge of your bed, grabbing the fuzzy blanket off your desk chair to wrap around his shoulders because his hands are freezing. “also why are you even here? didn’t you say you had that extra patrol thing tonight?”
“finished early. and then i just… kept swinging this way.” he shrugs, looking way too casual for someone who just broke into your bedroom at 2 am. “couldn’t stop thinking about you. also i may have got those sour gummy worms you like from the corner store.” he pulls a slightly crumpled pack out of his school backpack he carries his suit in.
you gasp so loud he clamps a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. “shhh! do you want him to come check?!” he whispers, though he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. you lick his palm and he yelps quietly, pulling his hand away like you burned him. “gross.”
you spend the next thirty minutes passing gummies back and forth, whispering about absolutely nothing: how mrs choi yelled at him for napping in math, how your group project partner ghosted you, how keonho once accidentally webbed his own foot to a lamppost and had to wait ten minutes for it to dissolve. he’s leaning back against your headboard, legs stretched out, and you’re curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, when you hear it. footsteps. heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
your eyes go comically wide. keonho freezes mid-chew, gummy worm still hanging out of his mouth.
“y/n?” your dad’s voice comes through the door. “you talking to someone in there?”
keonho’s whole face goes white. he shoves the mask onto his head in one panicked motion, grabs his boots, and scrambles out the window so fast you barely see him move, leaving it cracked just barely open behind him. you smooth your hair down, trying to sound totally normal. “uh… just watching tiktok! fell asleep with my volume up, sorry!”
“alright. keep it down yeah? night kiddo.” his footsteps fade away.
you let out the biggest breath of your life, slumping forward and burying your face in your hands. then you hear a very quiet tap against the glass.
you look up. keonho’s hanging upside down from the railing, mask pushed up to his nose, smiling like he didn’t just give you a heart attack. he gestures dramatically at his face. “c’mere baby.”
you shake your head, already smiling. “you are so stupid.” but you lean forward anyway, pushing the window open wider.
he reaches one gloved hand through to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing soft against your skin. “trust me?” he murmurs, voice soft now, all the teasing gone for a second. you nod, and he leans in, upside down, perfect, pressing his lips to yours. it’s messy and a little silly because of the angle, but it’s him, warm, a little sweet from the gummies, gentle like you’re the only thing that matters. when he pulls back he’s grinning so wide his eyes crinkle. “now that was cool.”
“you almost gave me a panic attack is what that was,” you whisper, even though you’re still smiling. “get back in here before you fall and break your neck.”
he flips inside smoothly this time, no tripping, no tangling, and you pretend to be impressed. “wow. look at you being a real superhero now.”
“shut up and come here,” he laughs low, tugging you flush against him and kissing you slow, his hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing soft over your skin, and when he pulls back his cheeks are pink and his voice is all soft and quiet.
“sun’s coming up soon baby,” he murmurs, pressing one last tiny kiss to the tip of your nose. “gotta go before the whole neighborhood wakes up.”
you pout a little, clinging to him. “already? you literally just got here.”
“i know, i know.” he grins, stealing one more quick peck on your lips before grabbing his mask and slipping it over his head. “but i’ll swing by tomorrow night. promise. and i won’t faceplant into the railing this time… probably.”
he climbs out onto the fire escape, turning back to lean in through the open window one last time. “love you more than all the sour gummies in the world, yeah?”
“love you too, spidey,” you whisper.
he winks, gives a little salute, and then he’s gone, swinging off into the sky, leaving nothing but a faint cool breeze and a crumpled pack of gummy worms on your nightstand.
💌 ayatalks! hey guys…. 😁😁😁 sorry for disappearing but IM BACK YAY! also bnd was soooo good ugh i love spidey sm + i genuinely dont remember if i proofread this so mb if anything!
warnings + tags ᭄᭡ ot5 x reader (separate), gn!reader, purely fluff, not proofread, sorry for any mischaracterisation!
author's notes ᭄᭡ thank u miss grande for releasing petal i hope she gets better soon. also wrote a little less for sean cuz i wasnt too sure how to characterise him...
word count ᭄᭡ 400 ish/member the album
˖ ࣪ꉂ`𖦹.┆james
james is so gentle with you, never showing any anger whatsoever when he’s around you. he’s always behind you, hands around your torso, pulling you in and holding you like you were meant to be there. any inexperience in relationships whatsoever is made up for with his want for you. james knows that you love it whenever he hugs you from behind, so he makes sure to do it whenever given the chance. he’ll kiss the back of your head, memorising your scent. he loves everything about you.
james kisses you the same way he treats you, with reverence and so much want. he’s a natural at it too, even if he hasn’t kissed many others before. he gives his all when it comes to you, believing it’s the bare minimum of what you deserve. he loves long, intense makeout sessions, where no one interrupts you and you both are so absorbed in each other that you could lose track of time. quick pecks on the cheek are fine too, but he just loves it when he can have his lips on yours all the time, worshipping every single part of you. he’s so desperate, but he controls himself and goes at your pace all the time, never wanting you to feel like you’re forced to do something just because he wants it.
james’ love languages are quality time and acts of service. he loves when you’re with him. even if you guys aren’t doing anything, just your presence comforts him and makes him relax instantly. as long as you’re by his side, he feels like he can do anything. he’s a simple man; as long as you’re happy and healthy, he’s happy too. he does everything in his power to make sure of that, and even takes time out of his busy schedule to go on weekly dates with you. james never wants you to feel like you’re not his first priority, and he’ll do anything to keep that feeling away.
he loves helping you out whenever he can, whether it’s something simple like holding the door open or something more energy consuming like restocking your things for you. no matter what, if he can lighten your workload, he’ll do it with no questions asked. when you’re sick, he’ll even request an off day just to take care of you. he’ll cook for you, clean your room, stay by your side and watch over you just to ensure you’re as snug as a bug in a rug. he’ll even cuddle with you if you ask, caressing your hair while you use his bicep as a pillow and stuff your head in the crook of his neck. he’ll kiss your forehead through his mask and hum a song for you while you gladly drown in his immense love for you.
james can’t help but love you so much, he knows it was what he was born to do.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐
˖ ࣪ꉂ`𖦹.┆martin
martin is like an excited little puppy when it comes to you. if you look at him close enough, you can see his tail wagging whenever you’re near. he loves holding your hand while he works on music, especially when you’re beside him and press your cheek against his. he’s so whipped too, the members tease him for it but he doesn’t even care. he’ll show his love for you one way or another, doesn’t matter how embarrassing it may be to others.
martin kisses you like it’s your first time kissing each other; there’s so much passion and love in it. he loves giving you kisses out of nowhere, especially on your cheeks. he’ll kiss you anytime, anywhere, whether it’s when he’s making music or whether you’re doing your own work. he thinks it’s cute when you never know how to respond to his sudden kisses, especially when you’ve just woken up after he slept over at your house. in his opinion, you’re the cutest when your face turns red after a surprise kiss from him.
one of martin’s love language is taking photos of you. you could be doing anything, from playing on your phone to actually posing, doesn’t matter. as long as he thinks the timing is right, he’ll pull out his digicam and snap a pic of you. by now, most of his camera roll is filled with pictures of you. he’s even got a separate folder dedicated to your pictures, and his lock screen is a picture of you both in paris together, standing in front of the eiffel tower. you’ve got the bouquet he gifted you covering your faces while you kissed behind the flowers. martin sees this habit of his as his proof of love for you. the day that he stops snapping pics of you is the day he dies.
martin also loves writing songs about you. he thinks that the most romantic thing someone could do is make a song for their loved one. as long as you’re on his mind, his pen just flows like a river. he’ll cook up several lines of a verse in a single minute just from the thought of how much he loves you. he loves it when you give him song or lyric ideas too, immediately penning them down so he doesn't forget about it. he doesn’t publish these songs of course, they’re for yours and his ears only.
martin cherishes every moment he has with you, keeping his love in the form of photographs and songs made just for you.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐
˖ ࣪ꉂ`𖦹.┆juhoon
juhoon loves quietly, like how one admires the night sky after a long and tiring day. you’re his star, after all. he loves it when you play with his hair, whether you tie it up or braid it, whatever you do, he loves it as long as your hands tangle themselves in his locks. he’ll even fall asleep with your hands in his hair, that’s just how comforting he finds your touch. he absolutely loves it when you guys are cuddling in bed, your hands messing around with his hair and his head pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
juhoon’s kisses feel like the fireplace on a cold, rainy day, or a thick blanket during the winter nights. they’re comforting, fulfilling and warm your soul. he kisses you softly and slowly, relishing the moment. he wants to enjoy every single second of it all, and stop to appreciate everything. sometimes, when life gets chaotic for you, he’ll take you to his favourite park at night, appreciating the stars while he kisses you on the lips sweetly. he makes sure you can feel his love for you through his kiss.
juhoon’s love language is physical touch. he just loves to hug you, or just have your pinkies interlinked as you stroll down the street. as long as he’s got one hand around you, he knows everything’s gonna be alright. juhoon loves your designated movie nights, when you’re both wrapped up in a big blanket on the sofa, and he’s holding you like there’s no tomorrow. his hands rub your back slowly, and cover your eyes if there’s a scene you don’t want to see. he’s like a koala, clinging to you as if he’ll die if he’s more than 1 meter away from you.
juhoon also loves acts of service. he’s someone who believes that action speaks louder than words, and that doing something is better than just saying it. he’ll help you with your zipper, lend you a hair tie if your hair’s bothering you, pick out clothes for you. basically, anything you ask for, he’ll make sure it’s done as soon as he can. one time, you asked him to help restock your shampoo since you were running low, and he ended up getting dinner for you both on top of buying you new clothes and accessories. he thinks it’s just something that he should do, if he thinks you’ll like it.
juhoon knows that as long as he’s got you, he’s content with everything.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐
˖ ࣪ꉂ`𖦹.┆seonghyeon
seonghyeon likes to send you voice recordings of his song covers, asking you if you like them or not. and of course, you always do. he’ll go to karaoke with you, and sing your favourite songs just for you. if you’re a pc collector, he’ll absolutely give you all versions of the cortis albums and even buy your other favourite groups’ albums just for you so that you can have as many pcs as you want. doesn’t matter how much money he has to spend as long as your smile is always present.
seonghyeon loves kissing you everywhere but your lips. not because he’s shy or anything, but because he likes to tease you. you guys would be cuddling, and he’ll pepper kisses all over your face and neck, even your hands, but avoid your lips entirely. he’ll give the corners a quick peck, but that’s about it. it’s not until you chide him for it and plead with him that he’ll start kissing you on the lips for real. seonghyeon kisses you how he eats his acai, savouring every moment and revering you.
seonghyeon’s love language is gift giving. he’ll buy you anything you want, popmart or smiskis or whatever it is that you like to collect. he loves spoiling you, and seeing the surprised reaction on your face when he pulls up to your house hauling a shopping bag full of things that he bought just for you. he knows money doesn’t buy happiness, it’s the thought that counts. so he likes to handmake gifts for you occasionally too. he’ll fold origami, simple things like paper rings, swans etc for you, hoping you like it.
you don’t know this, but seonghyeon loves it when you play with his sister. he loves that you both get along so well, and likes to watch you guys have fun together while he sits back and laughs at your antics. you and his sister are like partners in crime, always up to some mischief especially if it involves seonghyeon.
seonghyeon loves you to his very core, and he seriously hopes one day you'll really become apart of his family.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐
˖ ࣪ꉂ`𖦹.┆keonho
keonho’s an enthusiastic kind of lover, he’ll make sure the whole world knows that you’re together, even if he’s not supposed to. he can’t help it, he’s so grateful to be your boyfriend that he feels the need to announce it to the whole world. he loves buying things that remind him of you. from keychains to beanies, he’ll buy it as long as you pop up on his mind when he looks at it. he’s gotten matching seal or sea lion keychains for you guys before, insisting you guys wear it somewhere on your outfits whenever you go out on a date together.
keonho kisses you like a puppy licking its owner. he’ll pepper your face full of kisses, making sure no spot is left unkissed. his kisses are like receiving a balloon animal as a child, full of wonder and so much joy in them. he loves it when you guys give each other quick pecks especially on the lips, where he can taste your lip balm and you can taste his.
keonho loves physical touch so much. he’ll cling onto you like a koala even though he’s hissing at you like a sea lion, oar-ing his way into your heart. you think it’s endearing how much he loves seals and sea lions though. whenever you guys go out, he’ll either have one arm around your shoulder, your waist or hold your hand with your fingers intertwined and arms swinging about. he likes to skip when he walks sometimes, and he drags you along with him to do the same. he likes to carry you too, whether it’s a piggyback or a bridal style hold, he’ll have you in his arms and run about like there’s no tomorrow. his favourite place for a casual date is the playground at midnight, where you guys would go on the seesaws and have as much fun as you want.
keonho also loves feeding you. you could be cooped up in your room for hours, forgetting to eat after being engrossed in your work, and keonho’ll burst in with some takeout, feeding you and sharing his food with you. it just comes so naturally to him too, you don’t even have to ask for a bite and he’ll be offering it to you with no questions asked. whether you’re at the movies or eating dinner together, he’ll always reach a hand to your mouth, mouthing an ‘ahh’ for you to open up before sticking the food in your mouth. keonho loves watching you eat, your cheeks puffing up like a hamster after it’s stuffed too many nuts in its mouth. he thinks your best moments are when you’re enjoying your food together.
keonho loves you loudly and brashly, but his love is never wavering.
. . banter banter banter , rude humour , they lowk hate each other ( but in a loving way? )
notes so originally, this was an unfinished smau for 7 months but i finally got myself to finish it after seeing cortis last night and keonho bias wrecked me SO HARD. as the title states, this is a very unserious one ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ enjoy!
. . banter banter banter , rude humour , they lowk hate each other ( but in a loving way? )
notes so originally, this was an unfinished smau for 7 months but i finally got myself to finish it after seeing cortis last night and keonho bias wrecked me SO HARD. as the title states, this is a very unserious one ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ enjoy!
THE JEALOUS TYPE ───── ♡ 코르티스 ✦ 𝗈𝗁, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 !
👾 𓂃 BABY, I'M THE JEALOUS TYPE! ❤︎ 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲, how they react when you’re jealous
──── 0t5!cortis x gn ! reader ╱ ⌕ smau, est. relationship, fluff, crack/comedy ( ? ) ∿ ˊᯅˋ use of petnames, profanity, teasing ( 💬 ) MORE CORTIS TEXTS!!! this is lwk more ss than i expected…. tysm for this request anon <3
‘💬’ ─ today is the day i run out of things to say here✌️😳
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 yawnmi writes! wishzennie anon i missed u sm 🥹🥹😢 ily wichu i hope u love this thank u for the req 😘 my reqs are always open! love ygs hope u enjoyyy!
pairing. keonho x fem!reader genre. fluff wordcount. 414 warnings. pet names, skinship, pda, cuteness, kisses, keonho being the sweetest ever !!
riri’s notes. sorry for taking so long to release keonho’s part of my mini series, life got in the way……. again 💔
( SYNOPSIS ) how cortis’ maknae ahn keonho would be as your bf !!
cuddling together
keonho pretends he’s not clingy, but everybody knows the truth. if you’re sitting next to him, he’ll somehow end up laying across you. keonho either rotates between a side arm across your shoulders or pulling you on his lap completely. he’s literally the human embodiment of a golden retriever 🥹🥹
affection
keonho is very playful with his affection. he’ll randomly poke your cheek, put his hand in your back pocket, or gently nudge you just to get your attention & then look away to act like it wasn’t him. keonho loves making you smile and is always looking for little ways to brighten your day. (bonus points if you let out a real laugh with him😇🤍)
texting
i think keonho’s messages are a mix of sweet messages and complete nonsense. but it’s even worse on tiktok, it’ll be cute gf appreciation post, and then a edited picture of james. talking to him never gets boring because keonho always keeps you on your toes.
when you’re sleepy
he finds you absolutely adorable when you’re tired. he’ll tease you for fighting sleep, but the second your eyes start closing, he’s helping you get comfortable. if you fall asleep on him, he’ll be secretly happy of himself for being your favorite nap spot. and don’t even get him STARTED on the drool incident of april 27th, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and you think it’s the most embarrassing.
love language
keonho’s biggest love languages is quality time & physical touch (couldn’t choose just one 💔). he loves sharing experiences with you, whether that’s going out somewhere fun or simply spending the day together. for him, the best part isn’t what you’re doing—it’s that he’s doing it with you. like i mentioned earlier, he loves cuddling with you!! sometimes it’s to calm you down, but sometimes it’s to calm himself down. at the end of an exhausting day, all he wants to be in is his gf’s arms🥹🥹
when you’re upset
he hates seeing you unhappy. like actually HATES seeing you unhappy, when you’re upset, keonho is damn near in tears all because you’re upset. he’ll try to cheer you up with jokes at first, but if you need someone to listen, he’ll immediately switch gears. but if you need someone to cry WITH? the tears have already been queued up. no matter what the circumstances are, he’ll stay by your side until you’re feeling better.
around the members
the members constantly tease keonho because he gets so distracted by you. he’ll be focused on something one second, then completely lose track of what he was saying the moment you walk into the room.
martin: our maknae is so down bad for y/n it’s embarrassing..🤕
james: young love is blooming fym ??? 🥹🥹
juhoon: as long as they’re happy..🤗
seonghyeon: it’s disgusting but cute ??? 🤨🤨
keonho: 😍😍😍my girlfriend😍😍😍
when he misses you
when he’s away from you, he becomes so amazingly needy you think he’s probably broken a world record for it. keonho will text you more often, send random updates, and count down the SECONDS until he gets to see you again. and the second you’re reunited, he’s glued to your side for the rest of the day.
pet names
keonho loves using basic pet names. “baby” is his go-to, but he’ll also call you “love” and “pretty.” keonho is also apart of the silly pet name crew alongside james and martin!! to catch you off guard he’ll definitely throw in “my beautiful cupcake” “cookie” “baby cheeks”, just random names to make you smile.
falling asleep together
falling asleep with keonho usually starts with talking and laughing about something random. eventually the room gets quiet, and before you know it, he’s asleep beside you. by morning, he’s somehow ended up tangled with your limbs. both his legs are intertwined with yours, and both your big toes are touches his (how romantic🥹), his arms are completely wrapped around you, holding you right against him, and his head lingers by your shoulder. the next morning he whines about his neck pain, but deep down, keonho wouldn’t have it any other way..!
summary spiderman misses his girlfriend in the middle of the night, so as any boyfriend would, he swings by
content established relationship, spiderkono, fluff, kissing
it’s 1:19 am when you hear a very loud thud followed by frantic scrabbling against your window. you jolt half out of bed, one hand already reaching for the lamp, before you hear a very quiet, very familiar voice going “ow ow ow! shut up you stupid railing—”
you snort so loud you almost choke, padding over to the window in your blue oversized sleep shirt. sure enough, there’s keonho, tangled slightly in the fire escape bars, mask half pushed up, hair sticking up in every direction, looking like he just lost a fight with gravity. when he sees you he grins widely, fixing his mask a little.
“hi baby,” he whispers, trying to yank his leg free without making more noise. “don’t mind me. just fighting for my life out here.”
“you are so embarrassing,” you whisper-yell, sliding the window up and reaching out to untangle his ankle. “my dad’s literally down the hallway watching old action movies, you absolute maniac. did you try to jump from the roof again?”
“in my defense it worked last time!” he hisses, finally freeing himself and tumbling inside in a very un-superhero-like heap on your floor. he pops up a second later like nothing happened, dusting off his suit like he didn’t just faceplant onto your rug. “and i missed you.”
you roll your eyes but you’re already smiling, stepping forward to brush leaves and dust off his shoulder. “you’re so lucky i love you. if he heard that noise we’d both be dead before you even took your boots off.”
“you love me?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “knew it. couldn’t resist the spiderman charm.”
“i tolerate your chaos, there’s a difference.” you tug him over to sit on the edge of your bed, grabbing the fuzzy blanket off your desk chair to wrap around his shoulders because his hands are freezing. “also why are you even here? didn’t you say you had that extra patrol thing tonight?”
“finished early. and then i just… kept swinging this way.” he shrugs, looking way too casual for someone who just broke into your bedroom at 2 am. “couldn’t stop thinking about you. also i may have got those sour gummy worms you like from the corner store.” he pulls a slightly crumpled pack out of his school backpack he carries his suit in.
you gasp so loud he clamps a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. “shhh! do you want him to come check?!” he whispers, though he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. you lick his palm and he yelps quietly, pulling his hand away like you burned him. “gross.”
you spend the next thirty minutes passing gummies back and forth, whispering about absolutely nothing: how mrs choi yelled at him for napping in math, how your group project partner ghosted you, how keonho once accidentally webbed his own foot to a lamppost and had to wait ten minutes for it to dissolve. he’s leaning back against your headboard, legs stretched out, and you’re curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, when you hear it. footsteps. heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
your eyes go comically wide. keonho freezes mid-chew, gummy worm still hanging out of his mouth.
“y/n?” your dad’s voice comes through the door. “you talking to someone in there?”
keonho’s whole face goes white. he shoves the mask onto his head in one panicked motion, grabs his boots, and scrambles out the window so fast you barely see him move, leaving it cracked just barely open behind him. you smooth your hair down, trying to sound totally normal. “uh… just watching tiktok! fell asleep with my volume up, sorry!”
“alright. keep it down yeah? night kiddo.” his footsteps fade away.
you let out the biggest breath of your life, slumping forward and burying your face in your hands. then you hear a very quiet tap against the glass.
you look up. keonho’s hanging upside down from the railing, mask pushed up to his nose, smiling like he didn’t just give you a heart attack. he gestures dramatically at his face. “c’mere baby.”
you shake your head, already smiling. “you are so stupid.” but you lean forward anyway, pushing the window open wider.
he reaches one gloved hand through to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing soft against your skin. “trust me?” he murmurs, voice soft now, all the teasing gone for a second. you nod, and he leans in, upside down, perfect, pressing his lips to yours. it’s messy and a little silly because of the angle, but it’s him, warm, a little sweet from the gummies, gentle like you’re the only thing that matters. when he pulls back he’s grinning so wide his eyes crinkle. “now that was cool.”
“you almost gave me a panic attack is what that was,” you whisper, even though you’re still smiling. “get back in here before you fall and break your neck.”
he flips inside smoothly this time, no tripping, no tangling, and you pretend to be impressed. “wow. look at you being a real superhero now.”
“shut up and come here,” he laughs low, tugging you flush against him and kissing you slow, his hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing soft over your skin, and when he pulls back his cheeks are pink and his voice is all soft and quiet.
“sun’s coming up soon baby,” he murmurs, pressing one last tiny kiss to the tip of your nose. “gotta go before the whole neighborhood wakes up.”
you pout a little, clinging to him. “already? you literally just got here.”
“i know, i know.” he grins, stealing one more quick peck on your lips before grabbing his mask and slipping it over his head. “but i’ll swing by tomorrow night. promise. and i won’t faceplant into the railing this time… probably.”
he climbs out onto the fire escape, turning back to lean in through the open window one last time. “love you more than all the sour gummies in the world, yeah?”
“love you too, spidey,” you whisper.
he winks, gives a little salute, and then he’s gone, swinging off into the sky, leaving nothing but a faint cool breeze and a crumpled pack of gummy worms on your nightstand.
💌 ayatalks! hey guys…. 😁😁😁 sorry for disappearing but IM BACK YAY! also bnd was soooo good ugh i love spidey sm + i genuinely dont remember if i proofread this so mb if anything!
Summary: In a turn of events you genuinely experience an uncomfortable encounter with a strange man, turning to your boyfriend for help.
Warnings/creds: Cursing, stressful situations, harassment, y/n is man hating but its VALID (TW: the m*le species), mentions of drug use (not done by y/n or any of Cortis), good ending, no y/ns where harmed in the making of this fic! lmk if i missed anything!! All photos used in the screen shots and title are from pinterest, and the gorgeous dividers are by @starrliqhtt here!!
James (1.2K)
Feeling time pass in sync with the club beat thumping around you, everything seemed to be moving too slowly. Anxiousness bubbled up inside you, your messages to James stuck in a delivered limbo. With no signs of him replying, or even reading the messages, there was no time to weigh up the options in your head. Fuck. Biting the bullet, you took a deep breath, hurriedly putting your phone away before making your way out of the drab club toilets.
You spotted James before anyone else. His jaw was clenched tight and expression tense, but not with anger. Instead, concern was most prevalent. You had known him long enough to easily notice it no matter the circumstance. Whether you were alone in your apartment and decompressing from a stressful day, or seeking each other out in a club crowded by dancing bodies and a purple haze left behind by the smoke machines and buzzing LEDs - you always noticed, and you always found one another.
As soon as James saw you, he was by your side, placing gentle hands on both of your shoulders. The contact dissolved any and all tension running through you.
Relief.
Now, the music didn't feel so loud, the next few breaths felt easier, and you almost forgot about the dark cloud that had been looming over you before James had arrived. That was until you saw a familiar figure approaching behind him. You didn't have to look too deeply to gather that the man was completely out of it. His sour face screwed up in a way that looked both taut and tired. A frankly ugly sight. Whatever concoction this guy had decided to indulge in on his night out, you had no idea. All you knew was that it was no excuse for his earlier actions, pouncing on that poor girl like a predator hunting its prey.
Whether the heat of the stuffy club was getting to you, or if your blood had genuinely begun to boil, it was as if the fear you had previously been feeling was lifted from your consciousness and replaced with a drive to snap and-
Actually, you had no idea what you wanted to do to this man. Man. As if you could even call him that. Anger didn't feel like a word strong enough to describe how you were feeling. Yet it was swallowing you whole. Before you could let it absorb you too deeply, you were pulled out of the all-consuming wave of emotion. James' voice rung carefully in your ear, just loud enough to hear over the music,
"Y/n. Don't, it's okay, you're okay." James reassuringly rubbed your shoulders with tender comfort, before glancing over his own, spotting him.
The guy blinked up at James, before glancing back at you, scoffing and lazily tilting his head. His intentions were unclear, but neither of you were taking any chances. As he got closer, James turned to face him fully, squaring his shoulders slightly.
"Back up man." he started, keeping a level head as to not escalate the situation further. Always the mediator.
You kept your distance, letting your boyfriend take over despite the disgust that maintained its persistent gnawing at your gut, urging you to just lash out at the man and warn him off of ever behaving in such a depraved way again. Breathe. You kept yourself steady, realising you could be the one facing the music rather than him if you let your instincts take over.
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
The creep rolled his eyes, testing your patience further. He said something unintelligible to your ears, but you knew it was aimed at you by the way he sneered and pointed in your direction. The sheer audacity. Where do these guys find it? James simply shook his head, stepping closer to him to create more space between the two of you.
The difference in both appearance and attitude was almost laughable between the two men, James standing tall and poised despite the circumstances granted to him, whilst the rat ahead of him shrunk back slightly, hopefully understanding the gravity of his conduct. Good.
"C'mon dude, surely you're not alone, go find your friends and sort yourself out. You're a mess." James tried to level with the guy, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, his own patience beginning to falter, one step away from approaching the situation with a little less caution, and a little more reaction.
Thankfully, the guy finally stepped back. Sloppily throwing his hands up in mock surrender, he backed off, no real sincerity in his decision, just the sense to hop off his high horse and abandon his sinking ship.
You hoped he'd drown.
With the troll retreating back to whatever bridge he'd originally crawled from under, James huffed, turning back to you with a baffled expression. He lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, looking down at you with a gentle gaze before speaking softly, "You okay? I felt my phone blowing up on my way over here."
You sighed, nodding before returning the same relieved tone of voice, "Yeah, just didn't want you punching anyone is all." A small smile spread across your face at the suggestion, James matching you with a quick shake of his head, laughing at the way your mind jumped to conclusions.
"Nah, thought I'd let you be the one to throw hands if it came down to it."
Idiot. You rolled your eyes at the quip, playfully smacking him on the arm with no real force behind it, earning another laugh from your boyfriend.
"Never mind," he drew the phrase out, leaning back slightly but still holding onto you, "We'd be in real danger if that's your fighting style."
You groaned, acting disinterested in his teasing. The reality was it had swiftly calmed you down from the prior altercation.
A loveable idiot. James looked down at you, nothing but affection shining through his expression before reading your own tired one, "You wanna head home?"
You sighed simply, gratefully nodding up at him. Tilting your head towards the ladies toilets, you began to pull away, "I'm just gonna make sure that girls okay. Help her find her friends before we go."
James agreed, but before you could slip away he slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in and fondly pecking the top of your head. When you both pulled back, you met his gaze already looking down at you. His eyes were warm and his expression was tender, your heart grateful for the image.
"What you did for that girl was really sweet, I'm lucky to have you and I'm glad you're okay," you could have sworn you melted a bit at his words, your face heating up slightly but eyes unable to pull away from him as you continued back towards the toilet. "I'll be right here." He said as he let you go.
Even as you stepped away from him, and replayed the nights events in your mind, you didn't feel worried, you didn't feel angry. Not at all. The negativity that had previously been clouding your focus dissipated, clearing in time with the clubs continuous energy. Swiftly. Vibrantly. Rhythmically.
And in that moment, you could feel your love towards James grow. Blossoming with a grateful gravity.
Juhoon (1.1K)
Not long after you read the message, your phone screen displayed Juhoon's contact photo. The incoming call buzzed a few times in your hand, the noise startling you slightly despite not even being particularly loud. That's when you realised how quiet it was. The previous ruckus had stopped, a haunting silence left in its wake. It felt deceptive. Was the man even still here? The thought passed your mind briefly, but you soon brushed it away and swiped to answer. You lifted the phone to your ear, voice low and cautious of the unpredictable presence that could still be just a few empty isles away, "Juhoon?"
"Why are you so quiet?" His voice was a mix of confusion and amusement, expressing itself smoothly through the call. You gnawed at your lip slightly, subconsciously glancing over your shoulder, eyes sweeping nervously over the convenience store shelves, flitting across the endless rows of neatly stacked food, never settling for long, but instead searching for any kind of danger.
Exhaling quickly, you readjusted your grip on the snacks you were still holding and shifted your weight slightly from one foot to the other. "I'm still in the store." You mumbled, glancing around again as you heard a drawn out, frustrated groan from the other end of the phone. Understandable.
"Y/n, get out of there," Juhoon started, words slightly muffled as you hear him moving around, "which store is it? I'm on my way."
"The seven-eleven round the corner from the park." You replied, finally caving and clumsily putting the snacks back on the nearest shelf, silently hoping the staff wont be too pissed at the disorganised jumble of products you were leaving behind.
"Okay I'm heading out now, you do the same. I'll meet you halfway." His voice was gentle, although you could hear the subtle exhaustion with every word he spoke. Honestly, you felt bad. You'd both planned for a quiet night in, no set plans, just the two of you relaxing, maybe a few movies, or just listening to music, but the one constant in your hangouts was always plenty of snacks. You couldn't even get that right. Now, as you heard Juhoon heading out of the building, a mix of jingling keys and closing doors, you couldn't help but feel guilty, as though you were responsible for the spanner thrown into the works, like you had chucked it yourself.
Despite this, you agreed. The automatic doors slide shut behind you, sealing the bright convenience store behind a pane of glass as the cool night air greets your skin. Your phone pressed tightly against your ear, your boyfriend's voice grounding you as you made your way down the pavement.
"I'm almost there," he spoke carefully. "Just keep walking. I'll meet you halfway."
"Okay."
Your fingers tighten around the plastic carrier bag, the thin material crinkling with every step. The street was quiet, almost unnaturally so, save for the distant hum of traffic and your boyfriend's voice. You make it a few metres before something compels you to look back, your eyes flitting over the store, sitting still and bathed in a harsh fluorescent light, the cool white glow almost blue and leaving you feeling colder than you already were in the crisp night air. But upon further inspection, the icy feeling sinks into your bones, blood running cold around them.
You see him.
Standing behind the front window.
Perfectly still.
His face, stoic and harsh, is partly obscured by the glare on the glass. But his eyes weren't. They're fixed on you, unwavering, as though he'd always been watching… and he wouldn't stop. Your breath catches, almost choking on the air as your steps become uneven, hurriedly finding their footing and instinctively dragging you further away from the store. Further away from him.
"…Hey?" Juhoon's voice crackled through the speaker. "You alright?"
You don't answer straight away, and you don't look away. Your mind is a bustling mess of contradicting thoughts, buzzing like bees swarming a hive. You want to look away, the mans emotionless face imprinting itself clear and vivid in your mind, you cant imagine yourself forgetting it any time soon. It's haunting. However, you find yourself keeping your gaze locked on his shrinking figure as you continue to back away from the store, afraid that if you look away for one moment, even blink, he'll make a move.
But the man doesn't move.
He doesn't blink either.
He simply stands there, staring through the window with an unsettling calm that makes your skin crawl.
Finally finding your words, you rush them out quickly to Juhoon, "I…" your voice catches in your throat, "He's still there."
Your boyfriend goes quiet for a beat, sensing your panic and seemingly starting to feel the same way, his own voice losing it's cool and starting to border on desperate. "Don't look at him," he says, his tone immediately firmer. "Just keep walking. I'm almost with you."
You force yourself to tear your eyes away, your pulse hammering in your ears as you face the empty pavement ahead, feet picking up their pace with enough purpose that the steady thumping of your trainers on the concrete below you begins to drown out your heavy breathing and hammering heart.
But even without looking back again…
You can't shake the feeling that he's still watching.
Brushing your worrisome subconscious aside, you soon enough turn a dimly lit street corner to see Juhoon making his own way down the same street. He notices you straight away, his body language relaxing, the weight of the situation visibly lifting from his shoulders. You feel it too, your heart beat slowing back down to a measured pace, but you can't help the way your feet pick up, carrying yourself towards him faster. The crisp air bites at your cheeks as you move faster, but its soon displaced by the warmth of your boyfriends chest, huddling against him as you throw your self into his embrace, his own arms wrapping around you on instinct.
You don't pull back straight away, you just let yourself relax into your boyfriend's hold, simply listening to his sweet reassuring words. One of his hands gently rubs up and down your back, soothing you, whilst the other ends the call on his phone. His efforts to comfort you eventually provide the reminder that you are safe, and not long after that, you lift your head. Meeting his gaze pulls you back down to earth. You let out an uneven breath, shaking your head in disbelief.
"I don't even know what just happened."
Juhoon leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting out his own sigh into your hair before pulling back and looking down at you, a mix of worry and affection in his eyes. "Don't overthink it, you're safe now, I've got you. And I promise, you won't ever have to feel like that again."
Martin (1.8K)
You glance down at your phone as the screen suddenly lights up with Martin's name. The knot that's been sitting uncomfortably in your stomach loosens, if only a little. Ever since the driver's harmless-looking conversation had turned into lingering compliments and questions that felt far too personal, the atmosphere inside the car had become suffocating. The windows are shut tight, blocking out the evening air. As a result, the car interior felt far too warm and the air sat stale around you.
Your senses become overwhelmed. The only sounds are the steady hum of the engine, the occasional click of the indicator, and the muted rush of tyres rolling over the road. However, what would have usually just been ambience to you started to feel far too loud. Even breathing became uncomfortable, your nose clouded by the lingering scent of a sickly sweet air freshener clashing with the musty leather seats, worn down and aged after having carried countless passengers in the same car that suddenly felt like a prison to you. Has this guy made anyone else feel like this? The thought sits with you, churning in your stomach.
You don't hesitate. The simple act of hearing the ringing feels reassuring, giving you something, someone, to hold onto. You tap accept almost the instant the call comes through, lifting the phone to your ear with fingers that are just a little tenser than you realise.
"Hey," you answer, voice warm and deliberately clear, loud enough that it carries through the quiet of the vehicle. You hope the driver hears it. You hope he understands you're no longer alone. Then maybe, he'll back off.
Wrong.
Before Martin can even get a full sentence out, the driver pipes up, glancing at you through the rear view mirror with beady little eyes that feel far too observant to let you fully relax. You hate it. His eyes constantly on you, the way the mirror is angled directly in your direction, and his voice.
"That your friend?" The question irritates you instantly, especially the manner in which he says it, prying, as if he has any authority to enquire about your personal life. Martin hears the question too, you can tell by the way he cuts himself off before finishing his greeting. You can imagine him now, brows furrowed and face screwed up in confusion, the same baffled expression he usually wears when somethings not adding up in his head. The thought almost brings a smile to your face. Almost.
You're pulled back to reality when your hear a low whistle come from the man sat ahead of you, watching him shake his head, presumably at how you haven't answered his question fast enough to keep up with his childish patience.
"Don't go quiet on me now." He laughs as he says it, like he's playing with you. Who does this guy think he is? Frankly, you don't know and don't intend on exploring that any further. In the short time you've spent in the car so far, all you're sure of is that he's persistent.
You think quickly, if you admit that you're on the phone with your boyfriend, he might get aggressive. Dramatic? Maybe. But men like him are unpredictable, so you throw caution to the wind and blurt out the first thing that pops into your head.
"Sorry! It's just my um- dad." Instantly, you're cringing at yourself, Martin's puzzled noises on the other end of the phone not helping your composure, even making out a strained 'ain't no way you've said that'.
Surprisingly, the driver seems to believe you, catching a glimpse of him nodding and hearing him hum quietly in understanding.
But Martin? He's far from understanding your statement, his perplexed babbling becoming so much on the phone that you have to quickly turn the volume down before he jumped into one of his dramatic crash outs.
You'd be fooling yourself if you said you weren't entertained by Martin's ramblings, simply humming along, nodding and smiling as if in a totally casual conversation with your father.
"Y/n, I love you but you do know that you're not actually on the phone with your dad right now? Right?"
"Why couldn't I pretend to be one of those TikTok audios people make for shit like this?"
"Or just pretend you're ordering a pizza like in those 911 calls."
Despite the stressful situation, you can help but laugh slightly at your boyfriends suggestions, briefly forgetting where you are, simply happy to be talking on the phone with the one person that never failed to amuse you.
"It doesn't work like that." You reply still laughing, rolling your eyes and rubbing your forehead slightly puzzled by the absurdity of his last offer. Thankfully, your words are vague enough to not raise any suspicion, allowing you to maintain the one thing stopping you from spiralling into panic.
"It always works with cops though, and dumbass in the front seat wouldn't pick up on it."
"But you're not a cop."
There's a beat of silence before you sense something shift, the tension in the air thickening as you instinctively glance back into the rear view mirror, only to meet the drivers glare.
"What's this about cops?" You feel yourself gulp involuntarily, your face dropping and draining of colour. You assume Martin's having the same reaction, his end of the line going completely silent, so much so that you could assume the call had ended if it weren't for him suddenly mumbling your name with caution.
"Uh-" Your mouth feels dry and you can't seem to form any coherent thought that could logically explain your way out of the situation. That's when you start to sense the true danger you could be in, and after hearing the grave tone of the drivers voice, truly seeing how cold his eyes could become after your slip up, you piece together the sense to turn the threat towards him instead of setting yourself up for a possibly worse situation.
"Yeah um, my dad. He's just complaining about cops right now," you to to keep your voice steady, casually going about your excuse in an attempt to sound convincing, "you see, he just got out of prison."
Of course, your dad hadn't just gotten out of prison. And realistically, you get the feeling you could have gone without the added detail, the driver already proving himself to be a gullible numbskull. But fully understanding the severity of your predicament, you couldn't help but want to sell the lie. And what was wrong with making this guy sweat a little? Especially after making you endure his advances.
"What was he in for?" He asks, the follow up question coming quickly, and honestly? You don't blame him. It seems to be human nature to want to know the details of circumstances like this, no matter how scandalous. Having heard the question too, you hear Martin groan over the phone, his statement of 'don't say anything stupid' coming too late since you'd already made up your mind.
"Murder." You reply in a tone far too easygoing to match the gravity of what you'd just said, but your offhanded answer seems to help your case, because now you get to smugly watch the driver be the one nervously shifting around in his seat this time. His gaze quickly darts away from your reflection, focusing back on the road with a small nod before you sigh contently. This prompts Martin to keep talking, even though the tension seems to be resolved, he's still wanting to distract you for the rest of the journey. You happily accept.
Leaning back into the seat, you keep your eyes fixed on the world outside your window instead of letting them drift towards the rear-view mirror. Rows of shops slide past beneath glowing signs, pedestrians weave along the pavements, and cars drift by in the opposite direction, their headlights streaking across the glass. At every red light, the silence inside the Uber feels heavier, broken only by Martin's voice in your ear and the low rumble of the engine.
As Martin starts talking, you let yourself breathe a little easier. The tension doesn't disappear, you can still feel the driver's presence at the front of the car, still aware of every unnecessary glance and every word he might try to squeeze into the quiet. But the familiar rhythm of Martin's voice gives you something else to focus on.
You answer naturally, asking about his day, smiling despite yourself at one of his comments, and keeping the conversation flowing without leaving room for anything else. Finally, as the car begins to pull onto your street, the journey feels just a little less isolating, as if the space around you has become fractionally easier to bear.
Through the window, you immediately spot Martin on the pavement waiting further down the road, exactly where he said he'd be. His silhouette alone is enough to ease the tension in your bones, replacing it with a stronger anticipation to get out of the godforsaken car. Quickly rushing out a goodbye to your 'Dad' as to make sure he isn't on the phone when the driver pulls up, you slip your phone into your pocket just as the Uber rolls to a gentle stop at the curb. You unbuckle your seatbelt, your movements calm despite the adrenaline still humming beneath your skin.
"Thanks," you say politely, holding your tongue, as you reach for the door handle.
The cool evening air hits your face the moment you step out of the car, a welcome contrast to the cramped, muggy cabin you'd been sitting in. You pull the door shut behind you with a solid click, taking a few steps towards the pavement.
Martin meets your eyes immediately, reading the exhaustion on your face before you've even reached him. Without missing a beat, he starts walking towards you, his expression soft with concern. The Uber lingers for another moment before pulling away from the curb, its engine fading into the flow of traffic.
The second it's gone, the weight you've been carrying seems to leave with it.
Martin closes the last few steps between you, and you don't hesitate before wrapping your arms around him. He returns the embrace instantly, holding you close as one hand settles reassuringly against your back.
"You okay?" he murmurs, his voice low with concern as he studies your face closely, brows faintly drawn together, hand still resting steady against your back as if anchoring you in place.
You let out a long, shaky breath against his shoulder. "Yeah," you whisper after a moment. "I am now."
For a few seconds, neither of you say anything. The noise of passing cars, distant conversations, and the evening breeze fills the silence instead. Safe now, the tension slowly begins to drain from your body, replaced by the quiet comfort of finally being exactly where you wanted to be.
"Want to go write that guy a scathing review on the uber app?" Martin suddenly speaks up, glancing down at you with a cheeky grin that never fails to make you return the same smile.
"Nothing would make me happier right now."
Seonghyeon (1.5K)
You lock your phone and place it face down beside your coffee, your thumb lingering against the edge for a second before you pull your hand away, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of your jacket's sleeve, trying to keep yourself occupied. You glance towards the front windows, trying not to make it obvious. Outside, people weave past each other along the pavement, some balancing takeaway coffees, others lost in conversation. Cars switch between starting and stopping through the afternoon traffic, sunlight glinting off windscreens, sparkling in the midst of the busy day.
Life outside moves with complete indifference to the inner turmoil swirling in the back of your mind. Inside, the café feels warm and comfortably busy. The sounds of people quietly chatting is enough to fill the space without being obnoxious, mixed withe the sound of rumbling espresso machines and clinking mugs and glassware.
Usually, it would be somewhere you'd happily lose an hour.
However, the balanced ambience doesn't last long. A little further away, someone laughs too loudly, and without looking you can already tell where it's coming from. The reminder frustrates you, disturbing the peace you're trying to maintain, but every now and then, your curiosity gets the better of you. Sure enough, he's looking again.
The moment your eyes meet his, he looks away with all the subtlety of someone who's trying to act nonchalant, but very clearly wants to be noticed. A second later, he's pretending to listen to one of his friends, nodding a little too enthusiastically before laughing at something that surely couldn't have been that funny.
Of course there's more of them. You almost roll your eyes.
He's exactly the type you'd described to Seonghyeon over text, overconfident in that painfully rehearsed sort of way, wearing a Clairo t-shirt of all things, which should be considered sacrilege when you're certain he couldn't name five songs if you asked him. He stands with his shoulders just a little wider than necessary, like he's convinced cockiness is the same as confidence. In reality, he's already crossed the thin line between the two, and his friends aren't helping.
One of them glances over at you before saying something under his breath. Another gives him a grin and bumps his shoulder.
You don't hear the conversation, but you don't need or want to. You've seen enough bad attempts at flirting to recognise the build up.
You quietly exhale through your nose, briefly closing your eyes before lifting your coffee for a sip, more for something to do with your hands rather than actually wanting to drink it. It's gone lukewarm now, just as you had expected. Your eyes drift back towards the windows, hoping if you stare long enough Seonghyeon will miraculously materialise.
Where is he anyways?
Across the café, the guy catches you looking towards the entrance and his expression changes. From the smirk that begins to stretch across his face you can tell he's misunderstood you, though what he could have possibly translated from your behaviour that seems to amuse him so much evades you.
You regret looking at him, almost seeing the cogs turn in his otherwise empty head before he takes it as some unspoken cue. Shit. He mutters something to his friends, straightens his shirt, and pushes himself away from the counter. One of them quietly calls after him, whilst another snorts into his drink.
You bite the inside of your cheek, dreading the impending conversation you're about to have and silently cussing out your boyfriend for taking so long. He hasn't even reached your table yet, and somehow it's already awkward. You subtly shift in your seat, resisting every urge to pick your phone back up, leave your drink behind, and go find Seonghyeon yourself.
He should have only been a minute away when he last messaged, but it feels like the longest minute imaginable.
The guy slows as he approaches, trying to look casual despite the fact you've watched his entire confidence-building montage with his little hype squad from across the room.
"Uh… hey."
"Hi." You're not looking at him when he says it, instead staring off in the distance, focused on literally anything else before you look up politely, screaming on the inside because what could you have possibly done to warrant this interaction?
He flashes what is very clearly meant to be a charming smile, "I just thought… I'd come over and say hi."
"Okay."
An awkward silence immediately follows, he obviously hadn't planned for that response by the way his shoulders drop slightly. You almost feel bad, but you're hoping if you keep the conversation minimal and dry on your end, he'll take the hint quickly.
"So…" he says, rocking slightly on his heels. "You waiting for someone?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
Another beat, one that sits for too long to be played off as a natural pause in the conversation, if you could even call it that.
"…Friend?" His tone is hopeful as he asks, and you can't help feeling slightly smug as you get to shoot him down.
"My boyfriend."
He nods a little too quickly.
"Right. Cool. Fair enough."
The interaction should have ended there, you should be letting out a sigh of relief at him taking the blatant signal to back off, but no.
He doesn't walk away. Instead, he shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels slightly, like he's making himself comfortable, glancing briefly over his shoulder towards his friends, who are pretending not to watch very poorly.
"So… is he, like… actually coming?"
Did he seriously just ask that? Displeased with what he was suggesting, you raise an eyebrow, voice stripped of all its courtesy and coming out in a more clipped manner, "considering he texted me about a minute ago saying he was nearby…"
Before you can finish the sentence, the bell above the café door jingles. Both yourself and the guy turn instinctively to face the door. Seonghyeon steps inside, as if the conversation had summoned him, one hand still holding the door as someone leaves behind him. His hair's slightly windswept from outside, and he immediately starts scanning the room until his eyes land on you.
The second he spots you, his face breaks into the familiar smile you've been waiting to see all afternoon. Then he notices the guy standing beside your table. His smile doesn't disappear, just becomes more awkward, almost cringing as he realises how much the situation has escalated since your last conversation over text.
He makes his way over at an unhurried pace, hands shoved comfortably into the pockets of his hoodie like he's got absolutely nowhere else to be.
"Hey," he says brightly as he reaches the table, looking straight at you.
"There you are," you smile back, of course you're happy to see your boyfriend, but it doesn't fully reach your eyes. Instead you squint at him slightly, tilting your head and speaking in a tone far too chirpy to genuinely match your words, "you're five minutes late."
Seonghyeon glances towards your practically untouched coffee sitting still in the mug, absent of any warm, swirling steam. Then he looks up at the guy who had been bothering you, muttering the first thing that came to mind before he could stop it-
"Tragic…"
A quiet laugh escapes you, your hand quickly raising to cover your mouth as you look between the two guys caught off guard. Clairo shirt raises both his eyebrows, shoulders tensing before folding his lips into a thin line, clearly offended as his ego takes a hit. Seonghyeon on the other hand looks just as shocked at you, mouth slightly agape before he tries to smile again, quickly shaking his head.
"No no- I uh… I meant her coffee! Her coffee… it's gone cold-" His voice gets quieter as the words dwindle off with the end of his sentence. His attempt at going back on his statement was so unconvincing, you've now got your whole hand over you face as the second-hand embarrassment from both of them becomes too much, shoulders slightly shaking from holding in your giggles.
The awkward silence beside you suddenly becomes impossible to ignore. You can practically hear the guy's confidence evaporating.
Seonghyeon looks back at you, eyes almost pleading for help as he grasps at any chance to avoid looking at this guys blatantly pissed expression.
"You know what, on my why here I saw a new café a couple minutes away, how about we try that one?."
Your boyfriend's voice comes out desperate, awkwardly fumbling his way around trying to make an excuse to get out and scramble away from the embarrassing situation. You laugh properly this time, nodding quickly before standing up and taking your boyfriend's hand in yours.
The other guy scoffs, still glaring at Seonghyeon as the two of you begin to make your way towards the door.
"Yeah sorry man, sorry we can't stay to chat," your boyfriend calls back with an uncoordinated wave, "Love the Clairo shirt by the way!"
"Oh my god, Sean. Please stop talking." You groan, practically dragging him out of the door.
Keonho (1.3K)
Your phone is still in your hand as you round the final corner towards your apartment building, the takeaway bag clutched tightly in your other hand. Keonho's last message to replays in your head.
'Okay, okay. Keep walking. You'll be fine, I promise.'
You cling to the words, keeping your head down and your feet moving.
The street is unusually quiet for the time of night, save for a few cars that drift past every so often, their headlights briefly illuminating the pavement in a wash of white before disappearing again. Most of the surrounding flats are dark now, save for the odd lit window where someone is watching television or finishing dinner. The air is cool against your face, but it does little to settle the uneasy feeling building in your chest.
You can still hear him behind you, his footsteps maintaining an uncomfortably steady pace, thudding along the concrete pavement with heavy purpose, a constant reminder that he's chosen to follow you instead of continuing on his own way.
Resisting every urge to look over your shoulder, you refuse to tare your gaze from the path in front of you. It's not like he doesn't know you're aware of him, he's made his presence clear, no stealth in his approach behind you. Still, you can't acknowledge him, not wanting to give even the smallest opportunity for him to make any move that would exceed his deliberate steps following you.
Your apartment building's entrance finally comes into view, and relief washes over you for a split second before reality catches up. You still have to unlock the front door. You still have to get inside. The distance suddenly feels much longer than it actually is, the pavement stretching out in a nauseating illusion, your head swimming with an anxious feeling.
You don't know how you can possibly find the time to open the door without the man behind you getting in your way, his intentions clear as he's practically on your heels now. However as you draw closer to the door, now only a few meters away, movement catches your eye a couple floors above you.
Your apartment window slides open.
You don't even have to look properly to know it's Keonho.
He leans out, resting one hand on the windowsill as he looks down towards the street, hair already getting scruffed up by the cold night's wind sweeping past him.
"Yo!" he calls, loud enough for you to hear without sounding panicked.
You look up and stop in your tracks instinctively, watching his attention shift immediately behind you. The warmth disappears from his expression as his eyes settle on the man who has also stopped a short distance away, the three of you now in a brief stalemate as no one moves.
For a moment, he simply watches, glaring down at the man. Then…
"Bro."
His voice projects clearly through the quiet street, echoing slightly as the night air carries it through the apartment complex.
"What are you doing?" Keonho doesn't raise his voice, he doesn't need to, his perplexed expression bordering on angry as he continues to stare the man down, allowing you to carefully make your way closer to the door undetected, now finally able to reach the handle, but still too unsure to proceed without him following you in.
"You've been behind her since the other side of the block."
Silence. Then the man speaks up,
"Get lost, kid."
His gruff voice shakes you to the core. It's mean, it's rough, and leaves no room for negotiation. That's when you finally turn to look at him, catching his attention. His face screws up, eyebrows tensing over his eyes so much that the shadow cast from the light above shrouds them in darkness. You don't need to read him though, his next movements coming quick as he goes to lunge at you, about to close the space.
During the commotion, your focus had drifted away from Keonho and you didn't even realise he had disappeared back into the apartment, but before you know it, the unpredictable happens.
Just before the stranger makes contact, a harsh shattering sound pierces through the quiet air, the ear-splitting crack causing him to flinch and take an instinctive step back, stopping his pursuit. You stand to the left of the man, and to his right, broken pieces of ceramic scatter across the pavement.
Your head whips around, craning your neck up at the window about to question Keonho on whatever the fuck that just was, but your questions are already answered when you see him, leaning out the window again, hand reeled backwards and armed with one of your candles.
"There."
He nods towards the shattered pieces.
"That one was a warning."
You stare up at him in disbelief, jaw on the floor, contemplating whether that had actually just happened or if your boyfriend had officially lost his mind.
The man lingers, clearly weighing up whether to continue.
Keonho beats him to it.
"I've got plenty more things on that windowsill."
You know that's a complete lie.
That windowsill holds exactly one plant, one coaster, and what used to be a delicate twin set of scented candles. Keonho seems completely unfazed by the lack of ammunition.
The man glances between you, the building, and Keonho leaning confidently several floors above. Whatever calculation he's making doesn't end in his favour, and with an irritated shake of his head, he turns around and walks back the way he'd come.
Keonho doesn't say another word until the man disappears around the corner, only then does he look back at you. You're still looking up at him, expression horrified before morphing into something more fiery.
"Are you crazy!?" You practically screech up at him, no real anger in your words, just simply gobsmacked by the events having taken place in the past few minutes. The commotion doesn't go ignored either, noticing that a few more windows on the apartment building have now become illuminated by lights turning on, a couple dogs now barking, a few curtains being drawn open.
"Just get inside before he comes back." Keonho calls back, glancing around hurriedly and also taking note of the audience that the outburst has garnered, retreating back from the window before anyone spots him.
Typical.
You hurry the last few steps, slotting your key into the lock and slipping inside the entrance before pulling the heavy door shut behind you with a secure thud.
By the time you reach your floor, your pulse has finally begun to settle.
The apartment door is already open.
Keonho is standing there in his socks, joggers, and an old hoodie, one hand still resting on the handle. The second he sees you, all of the confidence he'd been flaunting from the window seems to disappear.
"You alright?"
You nod, though it takes you a second.
"Yeah."
He searches your face for another moment before stepping aside to let you in.
For a moment, neither of you says anything.
Then you set the takeaway on the kitchen counter and turn back towards him. "You actually threw a candle." You squint your eyes at him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed and head tilted, still bewildered by his thought process.
He winces, scratching the back of his head before sighing, "I did."
"That was the nice one. My favourite one."
"I know."
"The expensive one."
"I'll buy you a new one?"
You shake your head, laughing quietly as you walk over to him.
He opens his arms without saying anything, and you step into the hug almost automatically. One arm wraps around your shoulders while the other rests gently against your back, holding you just tightly enough to make everything outside the flat suddenly feel very far away.
After a few moments, he speaks, his voice quieter now.
"You're gonna get so many noise complaints."
"Mhm," you sigh and he pulls back just enough to look at you. "thanks."
He gives you a small smile.
"I wasn't about to let some weirdo follow my girlfriend into the building."
You smile back. His full grin returns.
Authors note!! YUHHHHHH, part 2 done! Sorry it took so long, writing that much low kicked my ass but I had so much fun with it I'm so happy I can finally post it, hope you all enjoyed!
(엄성현) e.sh x fem!reader
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IN WHICH — A restless night turned into a restless guessing game with your needy boyfriend.
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It was a rainy night. The group had just finished a photoshoot when it rained. Everyone was huddled together in the living room drinking hot chocolate while watching a slasher movie.
Seonghyeon was sitting beside you, covered in a giant blanket while holding your arms, hugging it like his pillow –well, you are his personal pillow.
“This movie is lame.”
He whispered so you were the only one who could hear.
You chuckled. You know he can get bored easily.
“Should we head to bed first?”
“Can I sleep over at your room?”
His eyes lit up as he asked that question, earning a slight eyebrow raise from you.
You were thinking about it –it is a very cozy night to be huddled together with your boyfriend all night long, wasn’t it? But then you remembered tomorrow’s schedule –you’ll all need to wake up early –and knowing Seonghyeon, he would not let you sleep that easily, especially when he’s this needy.
“Nope.”
You said, shaking your head as you slowly stood up, uncovering yourself from the thick blanket.
“C’mooonn.”
He tugged your arm.
The members looked at the two of you with an irritation visible on their faces.
“Ugh. If y’all want to be all lovey-dovey, don’t do it here. Get a room, you two.”
Martin groaned, while the other hummed in agreement.
“Okay. Goodnight Y’all!”
Seonghyeon cheered, pushing your body in the direction of your room, leaving the rest of the members, whose faces were still scrunched in disgust.
In your room, the two of you were already huddled up on your bed.
Neither of you had found the feeling of sleepiness yet, but you were trying to let sleep consume you –your eyes were closed as your breathing slowed down, finding its own calming rhythm. While beside you, Seonghyeon couldn’t seem to find his peace –he kept on changing position while somehow still managing to hold your figure in his arms.
And because of that, you also couldn’t find your peace.
“What’s wrong, Hyeonnie?”
You asked. Your voice was low and coarse from the dryness in your throat.
“It’s nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He assured you, caressing your hair as he pulled you in deeper into his embrace.
The voices from the living room had quieted down, a sign that everyone else was already sleeping.
“Should we brush our teeth again?”
“…what?”
That question came out of nowhere –it was just a random thought in his mind that he accidentally blurted out, or maybe intentionally.
“I’m bored, I couldn’t sleep…”
He groaned, finally moving his arms to rub his eyes.
“We’ve brushed our teeth already.”
“I know, but… Can we please do something to tire me out?”
He sat up, throwing the blanket away from both of your bodies.
You also sat up, sighing quietly through your nose as you thought of what to do. While your eyes searched all around your dark room, your eyes caught a significant paper bag –You just remembered you bought a whole lot of flavored chapstick.
And as if on cue, Seonhyeon’s eyes landed on the same bag –he immediately stood up and grabbed it before sitting back on the bed. He rummaged through the bag before pulling out some of the chapstick with excitement in his eyes.
You know where this is going.
“Let’s do that one challenge!”
Of course, that is actually why you bought all of those flavored chapsticks –so you could do the challenge with him someday –you just didn’t expect it to be tonight. But you were more than okay with it. In fact, you were excited.
“Okay, sure. But we’re heading right back to sleep after it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You grabbed the bag from his lap, but before you could even ask him to turn around and pick a flavor, he grabbed the bag from your hand with a sinister smile on his face.
“You’ll be the one guessing.”
“What? But it’s my chapstick.”
You glared at him, and he just shook his head while keeping that deadly smile of his.
“Nuh uh. Now turn around.”
You sighed, eventually turning your body around as he rummaged through the bag, looking for the desired flavor to apply to his lips.
“Okay.”
You turned around to face him again. He was ready, all smiles and giggles too.
You shook your head before slowly reaching your hand out to cup his cheek, then slowly closing the gap in between the two of you, pecking his velvet lips.
“Hmm… Cherry?”
“Nope, try again.”
He closed his eyes, ready for another kiss.
You went in for another peck, just a peck. But when your lips met his, his hands were already on the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he slowly moved his lips in rhythm with yours.
You giggled into the kiss, clearly caught off guard.
When the two of you pulled back, both of you were out of breath, and you had forgotten the taste of the chapstick on his lips.
“Um, …cherry…?”
You hesitantly answered in a small voice, earning a very attractive chuckle from your boyfriend.
“You’ve guessed that one, baby.”
“…Oh…”
You were suddenly flustered, his eyes burning your whole body.
“Try again?”
You nodded before turning your body around, letting him put on the same chapstick again. When he was done, he immediately pulled you into another kiss, and this time it was much more needy.
And once again you forgot to even remember the taste of the chapstick –all you could feel was his velvety lips colliding with yours as if it were meant to be, like a puzzle being solved. It was satisfying.
Both of you didn’t pull away, clearly in too deep with the kiss and completely forgot about the challenge.
You opened one of your eyes, then your eyes caught a glimpse of the cherry chapstick lying on the mattress –he was cheating, but you couldn’t complain, though. You clearly enjoyed it.
Let’s just say the two of you were the last ones to wake up the next day, with red marks from the cherry chapstick still visible near both of your lips.
: ˚⋆✮ in which: seonghyeon drops his airpods, luckily to be picked up by you, his crush (who he happens to have an insane crush on.) he doesn’t realise that you have just as massive of a crush on him!
: ˚⋆✮ a/n: this is straight bs slop omg but I’ll work on sum better… im seeing bnd tmr finally!
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