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𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅! 𝖾𝗈𝗆  𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇    𝗑   𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋⠀♡.

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I STILL LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY

౨౿. soccer player keonho. x. f!reader

♡? 𝐒𝐘𝐍. ── After you and keonho broke up, you guys made a promise; to never leave each other in pain

heavy? angst ◟ broken promises ◟ just as the song says. ‘I still love you I’m sorry,’ Both loved badly, arguments. ౨౿ He Promised He Wouldn’t Leave.

exes to?? 🪽. ── 𝐰c. 2.02K

𝐍iya’s note ─. This is for all my heavy angsts lovers

You didn’t think you’d still come.

Standing on the metal bleachers, knees pulled to your chest, sleeves covering your hands, you told yourself it was habit. Muscle memory, Not longing. But when Keonho ran onto the field, jersey clinging to him, hair damp with sweat even before the whistle blew, your chest tightened anyway. You clapped. You always clapped. Even after the breakup, Even after the silence, Even after he broke the one promise that mattered.

He played like the world depended on it. Fast, Sharp turns, Focused, Untouchable. When he scored, the crowd exploded, and you smiled before you could stop yourself. Not because you were proud. But because you knew him. You knew how hard he’d worked for moments like that. Your phone buzzed when the game ended.

[ 8:42 PM ]

Keonho: You came

You swallowed.

[ 8:42 PM ]

You: I said I always would

A pause.

Then:

[ 8:43 PM ]

Do you wanna…hang out? Just talk?

Your heart stuttered, then steadied into something heavier.

[ 8:44 PM ]

You: You can come over if you want

Another pause. Longer this time.

Okay.

Your room still smelled like lavender and old memories. Keonho sat on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together, shoulders tense. He looked matured somehow. Or maybe just more tired. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, not mad, just bracing. “So,” you said quietly. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I saw you in the stands.” You nodded. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I never mind,” he said too quickly. Silence crept in, The kind that carried unfinished sentences and broken vows. “You said you wanted to talk,” you said eventually. Keonho exhaled, slow and shaky. “Yeah. I just…didn’t know how.” Your patience tightened.

“You were always bad at that,” you said. Not cruel. Just honest. He flinched anyway. “I didn’t want to mess things up more,” he said. That did it. You laughed, sharp and breathless. “More?” Keonho looked up. “Y/N—”

“You promised me,” you cut in, voice trembling now. “You promised you wouldn’t leave. You promised you wouldn’t do something stupid without telling me.”

“I know.”

“And you still did it.” He stood up, pacing your room like it was too small to hold what he was about to say. “I got an offer,” he said. “A soccer program. In LA.”

The words landed wrong, Too calm. Too final. Your chest hollowed out. “When?” you asked. “Sometime soon.”

“How soon?” Your voice cracked. Keonho stopped pacing. “After this semester.” You stared at him. “You were going to leave,” you whispered. “And you weren’t going to tell me.”

“I was,” he said quickly. “I just—didn’t know how. Especially after we broke up.”

“That’s not an excuse,” you snapped. “That’s cowardice.” He winced. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did.” The room felt smaller now. Thicker. “You know what hurts the most?” you continued, tears finally rising. “It’s not that you’re leaving. It’s that you decided I didn’t deserve to know.”

“I thought you hated me,” he said quietly. You shook your head, frustrated. “I was angry. There’s a difference.” Keonho ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d still be here. Still coming to my games.”

“I told you I’d always support you,” you said. “That was my promise.” He looked at you then, really looked. Eyes soft. Broken. Guilty. “I didn’t think you’d keep it,” he admitted. That hurt more than anything else. “So you just…replaced me?” you asked. “With a future that didn’t include me?”

“No,” he said immediately. “I just didn’t know how to choose both.” Your tears spilled freely now. “You should’ve let me choose with you.”

Silence.

Keonho stepped closer, stopping just short of touching you. “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he said, voice shaking. “I left because I was scared I’d stay and ruin everything.” You laughed bitterly. “You still did.”mHe nodded. “I know.” The air between you pulsed with everything unsaid. “Are you going?” you asked softly.

“Yes.”

That single word shattered what was left of your patience. “Then why are you here?” you demanded. “Why sit in my room and reopen wounds you don’t plan on healing?”

“Because I needed you to know,” he said. “And because…I needed to see you one more time.” Your heart ached. “That’s selfish,” you whispered.

“I know.” You turned away, wiping your face. “I don’t know how to forgive you yet.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “I just didn’t want to disappear without saying goodbye.” That word.

Goodbye.

You faced him again. “You broke your promise.”

“I did,” he admitted. “And I’ll regret it forever.” Keonho hesitated, then spoke one last truth. “I loved you enough to stay,” he said. “But I wasn’t brave enough to trust that you’d stay too.” Your heart cracked open. “You never gave me the chance,” you whispered. He nodded, tears finally slipping free. “I know.” Then He stepped closer, voice shaking. “I loved you, y/n.”

“Loved,” you repeated. “Past tense.”

“I still do.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one paying for it?” Keonho swallowed hard. “Because I didn’t know how to love you and chase my dream at the same time.”

2 minutes later,

Keonho didn’t move right away.

He just stood there, a few feet away from you, like his body hadn’t caught up with the decision his mouth already made. His eyes stayed on your face, too long to be accidental. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like if he looked hard enough, he might find a reason to stay. You felt it, That weight, That silence that screamed louder than all the yelling before it.

Say something, you wanted to scream. Don’t look at me like that.

His jaw tightened. His eyes softened in a way that made your chest ache.

“I—” he started, then stopped. He swallowed, shook his head once, like whatever he almost said was too dangerous to let out.

Slowly, he reached for his jacket draped over your chair. The sound of the fabric sliding through his hands felt final. Cruel. He slipped it on, movements stiff, like each second hurt worse than the last. Then he looked at you again. Longer this time.

broken.

Like he wanted to walk back to you. Like he hated himself for not doing it. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Keonho nodded once to himself more than to you, then turned and walked to the door.

His hand lingered on the handle, Just for a second.

Then he left.

And the quiet he left behind hurt more than any fight ever could. No hug, No kiss. Just the sound of your door closing softly behind him.

And the echo of a promise that broke louder than any goodbye.

© EOMJI. do not repost translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[eoomji]

I STILL LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY

౨౿. soccer player keonho. x. f!reader

♡? 𝐒𝐘𝐍. ── After you and keonho broke up, you guys made a promise; to never leave each other in pain

heavy? angst ◟ broken promises ◟ just as the song says. ‘I still love you I’m sorry,’ Both loved badly, arguments. ౨౿ He Promised He Wouldn’t Leave.

exes to?? 🪽. ── 𝐰c. 2.02K

𝐍iya’s note ─. This is for all my heavy angsts lovers

You didn’t think you’d still come.

Standing on the metal bleachers, knees pulled to your chest, sleeves covering your hands, you told yourself it was habit. Muscle memory, Not longing. But when Keonho ran onto the field, jersey clinging to him, hair damp with sweat even before the whistle blew, your chest tightened anyway. You clapped. You always clapped. Even after the breakup, Even after the silence, Even after he broke the one promise that mattered.

He played like the world depended on it. Fast, Sharp turns, Focused, Untouchable. When he scored, the crowd exploded, and you smiled before you could stop yourself. Not because you were proud. But because you knew him. You knew how hard he’d worked for moments like that. Your phone buzzed when the game ended.

[ 8:42 PM ]

Keonho: You came

You swallowed.

[ 8:42 PM ]

You: I said I always would

A pause.

Then:

[ 8:43 PM ]

Do you wanna…hang out? Just talk?

Your heart stuttered, then steadied into something heavier.

[ 8:44 PM ]

You: You can come over if you want

Another pause. Longer this time.

Okay.

Your room still smelled like lavender and old memories. Keonho sat on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together, shoulders tense. He looked matured somehow. Or maybe just more tired. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, not mad, just bracing. “So,” you said quietly. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I saw you in the stands.” You nodded. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I never mind,” he said too quickly. Silence crept in, The kind that carried unfinished sentences and broken vows. “You said you wanted to talk,” you said eventually. Keonho exhaled, slow and shaky. “Yeah. I just…didn’t know how.” Your patience tightened.

“You were always bad at that,” you said. Not cruel. Just honest. He flinched anyway. “I didn’t want to mess things up more,” he said. That did it. You laughed, sharp and breathless. “More?” Keonho looked up. “Y/N—”

“You promised me,” you cut in, voice trembling now. “You promised you wouldn’t leave. You promised you wouldn’t do something stupid without telling me.”

“I know.”

“And you still did it.” He stood up, pacing your room like it was too small to hold what he was about to say. “I got an offer,” he said. “A soccer program. In LA.”

The words landed wrong, Too calm. Too final. Your chest hollowed out. “When?” you asked. “Sometime soon.”

“How soon?” Your voice cracked. Keonho stopped pacing. “After this semester.” You stared at him. “You were going to leave,” you whispered. “And you weren’t going to tell me.”

“I was,” he said quickly. “I just—didn’t know how. Especially after we broke up.”

“That’s not an excuse,” you snapped. “That’s cowardice.” He winced. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did.” The room felt smaller now. Thicker. “You know what hurts the most?” you continued, tears finally rising. “It’s not that you’re leaving. It’s that you decided I didn’t deserve to know.”

“I thought you hated me,” he said quietly. You shook your head, frustrated. “I was angry. There’s a difference.” Keonho ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d still be here. Still coming to my games.”

“I told you I’d always support you,” you said. “That was my promise.” He looked at you then, really looked. Eyes soft. Broken. Guilty. “I didn’t think you’d keep it,” he admitted. That hurt more than anything else. “So you just…replaced me?” you asked. “With a future that didn’t include me?”

“No,” he said immediately. “I just didn’t know how to choose both.” Your tears spilled freely now. “You should’ve let me choose with you.”

Silence.

Keonho stepped closer, stopping just short of touching you. “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he said, voice shaking. “I left because I was scared I’d stay and ruin everything.” You laughed bitterly. “You still did.”mHe nodded. “I know.” The air between you pulsed with everything unsaid. “Are you going?” you asked softly.

“Yes.”

That single word shattered what was left of your patience. “Then why are you here?” you demanded. “Why sit in my room and reopen wounds you don’t plan on healing?”

“Because I needed you to know,” he said. “And because…I needed to see you one more time.” Your heart ached. “That’s selfish,” you whispered.

“I know.” You turned away, wiping your face. “I don’t know how to forgive you yet.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “I just didn’t want to disappear without saying goodbye.” That word.

Goodbye.

You faced him again. “You broke your promise.”

“I did,” he admitted. “And I’ll regret it forever.” Keonho hesitated, then spoke one last truth. “I loved you enough to stay,” he said. “But I wasn’t brave enough to trust that you’d stay too.” Your heart cracked open. “You never gave me the chance,” you whispered. He nodded, tears finally slipping free. “I know.” Then He stepped closer, voice shaking. “I loved you, y/n.”

“Loved,” you repeated. “Past tense.”

“I still do.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one paying for it?” Keonho swallowed hard. “Because I didn’t know how to love you and chase my dream at the same time.”

2 minutes later,

Keonho didn’t move right away.

He just stood there, a few feet away from you, like his body hadn’t caught up with the decision his mouth already made. His eyes stayed on your face, too long to be accidental. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like if he looked hard enough, he might find a reason to stay. You felt it, That weight, That silence that screamed louder than all the yelling before it.

Say something, you wanted to scream. Don’t look at me like that.

His jaw tightened. His eyes softened in a way that made your chest ache.

“I—” he started, then stopped. He swallowed, shook his head once, like whatever he almost said was too dangerous to let out.

Slowly, he reached for his jacket draped over your chair. The sound of the fabric sliding through his hands felt final. Cruel. He slipped it on, movements stiff, like each second hurt worse than the last. Then he looked at you again. Longer this time.

broken.

Like he wanted to walk back to you. Like he hated himself for not doing it. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Keonho nodded once to himself more than to you, then turned and walked to the door.

His hand lingered on the handle, Just for a second.

Then he left.

And the quiet he left behind hurt more than any fight ever could. No hug, No kiss. Just the sound of your door closing softly behind him.

And the echo of a promise that broke louder than any goodbye.

© EOMJI. do not repost translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[eoomji]

I STILL LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY

౨౿. soccer player keonho. x. f!reader

♡? 𝐒𝐘𝐍. ── After you and keonho broke up, you guys made a promise; to never leave each other in pain

heavy? angst ◟ broken promises ◟ just as the song says. ‘I still love you I’m sorry,’ Both loved badly, arguments. ౨౿ He Promised He Wouldn’t Leave.

exes to?? 🪽. ── 𝐰c. 2.02K

𝐍iya’s note ─. This is for all my heavy angsts lovers

You didn’t think you’d still come.

Standing on the metal bleachers, knees pulled to your chest, sleeves covering your hands, you told yourself it was habit. Muscle memory, Not longing. But when Keonho ran onto the field, jersey clinging to him, hair damp with sweat even before the whistle blew, your chest tightened anyway. You clapped. You always clapped. Even after the breakup, Even after the silence, Even after he broke the one promise that mattered.

He played like the world depended on it. Fast, Sharp turns, Focused, Untouchable. When he scored, the crowd exploded, and you smiled before you could stop yourself. Not because you were proud. But because you knew him. You knew how hard he’d worked for moments like that. Your phone buzzed when the game ended.

[ 8:42 PM ]

Keonho: You came

You swallowed.

[ 8:42 PM ]

You: I said I always would

A pause.

Then:

[ 8:43 PM ]

Do you wanna…hang out? Just talk?

Your heart stuttered, then steadied into something heavier.

[ 8:44 PM ]

You: You can come over if you want

Another pause. Longer this time.

Okay.

Your room still smelled like lavender and old memories. Keonho sat on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together, shoulders tense. He looked matured somehow. Or maybe just more tired. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, not mad, just bracing. “So,” you said quietly. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I saw you in the stands.” You nodded. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I never mind,” he said too quickly. Silence crept in, The kind that carried unfinished sentences and broken vows. “You said you wanted to talk,” you said eventually. Keonho exhaled, slow and shaky. “Yeah. I just…didn’t know how.” Your patience tightened.

“You were always bad at that,” you said. Not cruel. Just honest. He flinched anyway. “I didn’t want to mess things up more,” he said. That did it. You laughed, sharp and breathless. “More?” Keonho looked up. “Y/N—”

“You promised me,” you cut in, voice trembling now. “You promised you wouldn’t leave. You promised you wouldn’t do something stupid without telling me.”

“I know.”

“And you still did it.” He stood up, pacing your room like it was too small to hold what he was about to say. “I got an offer,” he said. “A soccer program. In LA.”

The words landed wrong, Too calm. Too final. Your chest hollowed out. “When?” you asked. “Sometime soon.”

“How soon?” Your voice cracked. Keonho stopped pacing. “After this semester.” You stared at him. “You were going to leave,” you whispered. “And you weren’t going to tell me.”

“I was,” he said quickly. “I just—didn’t know how. Especially after we broke up.”

“That’s not an excuse,” you snapped. “That’s cowardice.” He winced. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did.” The room felt smaller now. Thicker. “You know what hurts the most?” you continued, tears finally rising. “It’s not that you’re leaving. It’s that you decided I didn’t deserve to know.”

“I thought you hated me,” he said quietly. You shook your head, frustrated. “I was angry. There’s a difference.” Keonho ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d still be here. Still coming to my games.”

“I told you I’d always support you,” you said. “That was my promise.” He looked at you then, really looked. Eyes soft. Broken. Guilty. “I didn’t think you’d keep it,” he admitted. That hurt more than anything else. “So you just…replaced me?” you asked. “With a future that didn’t include me?”

“No,” he said immediately. “I just didn’t know how to choose both.” Your tears spilled freely now. “You should’ve let me choose with you.”

Silence.

Keonho stepped closer, stopping just short of touching you. “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he said, voice shaking. “I left because I was scared I’d stay and ruin everything.” You laughed bitterly. “You still did.”mHe nodded. “I know.” The air between you pulsed with everything unsaid. “Are you going?” you asked softly.

“Yes.”

That single word shattered what was left of your patience. “Then why are you here?” you demanded. “Why sit in my room and reopen wounds you don’t plan on healing?”

“Because I needed you to know,” he said. “And because…I needed to see you one more time.” Your heart ached. “That’s selfish,” you whispered.

“I know.” You turned away, wiping your face. “I don’t know how to forgive you yet.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “I just didn’t want to disappear without saying goodbye.” That word.

Goodbye.

You faced him again. “You broke your promise.”

“I did,” he admitted. “And I’ll regret it forever.” Keonho hesitated, then spoke one last truth. “I loved you enough to stay,” he said. “But I wasn’t brave enough to trust that you’d stay too.” Your heart cracked open. “You never gave me the chance,” you whispered. He nodded, tears finally slipping free. “I know.” Then He stepped closer, voice shaking. “I loved you, y/n.”

“Loved,” you repeated. “Past tense.”

“I still do.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one paying for it?” Keonho swallowed hard. “Because I didn’t know how to love you and chase my dream at the same time.”

2 minutes later,

Keonho didn’t move right away.

He just stood there, a few feet away from you, like his body hadn’t caught up with the decision his mouth already made. His eyes stayed on your face, too long to be accidental. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like if he looked hard enough, he might find a reason to stay. You felt it, That weight, That silence that screamed louder than all the yelling before it.

Say something, you wanted to scream. Don’t look at me like that.

His jaw tightened. His eyes softened in a way that made your chest ache.

“I—” he started, then stopped. He swallowed, shook his head once, like whatever he almost said was too dangerous to let out.

Slowly, he reached for his jacket draped over your chair. The sound of the fabric sliding through his hands felt final. Cruel. He slipped it on, movements stiff, like each second hurt worse than the last. Then he looked at you again. Longer this time.

broken.

Like he wanted to walk back to you. Like he hated himself for not doing it. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Keonho nodded once to himself more than to you, then turned and walked to the door.

His hand lingered on the handle, Just for a second.

Then he left.

And the quiet he left behind hurt more than any fight ever could. No hug, No kiss. Just the sound of your door closing softly behind him.

And the echo of a promise that broke louder than any goodbye.

© EOMJI. do not repost translate or claim any of my works as your own.

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──  ᶻ 𝘇 PROFILE :: ♯ NEIGHBORHOOD

사랑.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤ ㅤmoving to a new city means :: new friends, new house, new school, new problems and maybe a new lover. you didn’t think of it too much, so. no problem right?

DEA'S NOTE (˶ˆᗜˆ˵); choon is my own oc! who likes seonghyeon, anyways bbyz it's finally hereeeee i'll be trying to update as fast as can ly chat.

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♯ 𝐂 𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋  ─ 𝐞𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧

사랑.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤmoving to a new city means :: new friends, new house, new school, new problems and maybe a new lover. you didn’t think of it too much, so. no problem right?

℘ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ───   teens being teens! teen language

℘   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞   ───   strangers to lovers? / bestfriends to lovers, fluff , crack  , lil angst  ℘  the other woman (ifykyk).ᐟ   smau   ℘⠀ non idol! +  new city etc. etc. au!   lmk if i forgot smth  .ᐟ .ᐟ

℘ feat. ──  ahn keonho & Louis from lngshot & meovv's Ella & h2h's ian  (and cameos of others.)

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( dea's note ):: i hope u guys are excited HIHI I CANNOT WAIT TO REALSE IT

──  ᶻ 𝘇 PROFILES :: ♯ NEIGHBORHOOD

NEIGHBORHOOD GUIDE. (chapters) ⁀➴

♯ HOUSE ONE. ♯ HOUSE TWO.

♯ HOUSE THREE. ♯ HOUSE FOUR.

♯ HOUSE FIVE. ♯ HOUSE SIX

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mora's note ; CAN YALL believe last update was (December 28 2025 ??? like it's been a year.........jkjk)

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mi strawberri shortcake ❤︎ K. JUHOON

(   ᥫ᭡     ·    pairing   )   idol! Kim juhoon  x   female!reader⠀♡.

⋮ ❤︎ ⤷ juhoon really likes the bakery you work at, and for his birthday he really wanted a cake from u && maybe even ask u out? .ᐟ .ᐟ idol x female baker ─ juhoon is awkward and a bit shy .ᐟ .ᐟ cringe? cute first love .ᐟ .ᐟ hope u loved it. happy late poyoyoi day ❤︎

๑⠀⠀⠀mora's note ⠀⠀◟⠀❤︎ ♡ ◝   forgot  to do smth for our pookie poyoyoi aka the cutest (i feel so bad, ilovehimsm) so i made this very quickly hehe (this is for my jju lovers)⠀ ᯇ⠀enjoy ❤︎.

IGNORE TIMESTAMPS AND ERRORS

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── ᥫ᭡ CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF U

──   ᥫ᭡  being the best friend of his sister didn’t seem like there was much going on. You tell yourself  it’s harmless  just conversations,  just familiarity, and him just being kind. Seonghyeon tells himself the same thing (・へ・)  

sister's bestfriend!seonghyeon x female!reader

martin wssp. ★ keonho wssp

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ seav's note: finally a fic of my beautiful man, i ran our of ideas BUT then i saw that he posted Ms. Lauren hill so ofc i had to make smth, enjoy babes <3

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santa eomseong and kono 🥹🥹

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── ★ a nonsense christmas

★⠀⠀what's the present?  ─── You  get  forced  into  a  holiday job: costume  helper  for  the  mall  Santa.   Your ex- situationship (martin) is the guy in the elf costume at the next booth. You haven’t spoken in months. Will that change after being both stuck with a holiday job?⠀⠀Ⰶ

❄︎ pairing · ☃︎❄︎ ex!martin edwards x ⠀female!reader

genre ❄︎⠀⠀secondchance, silly exes, angsty?, fluff, crack

warnings ❄︎⠀swearing, please ignore timestamps (this is my first time making a series like this, so please bare with me!)

feat Ⰶ⠀⠀ katseye's ⠀ yoonchae ⠀and seonghyeon ⠀of⠀cortis

⤷ taglist ☃︎ open ❄︎ comment or send ask!⠀.

status Ⰶ trying as much as i can!

Ⰶ present 01 ──  present 02

Ⰶ present 03 ──  present 04

Ⰶ present 05 ──  present 06

Ⰶ. more tba !

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ seav's note: I know that it's almost new year (??) and that christmas is over, but i just made something quick and hope u guys will enjoy it˚̣̣  ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣    

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mora's note; pls send an ask if u wanna be added, tumblr acting weird again so it's gonna be hard for me to keep track ♡! anywaaaays keonho acting like damn Adrien agreste LMAO

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mora's note ; LONG CHAPTER AGAIN 🗣🗣🗣 my treat, who cheered???!!! ALSO ARE WE EXITED FOR CHRISTMAS BREAK AND WEEKS.

also please ignore timestamps and errors 😭🙏🙏

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๑⠀⠀⠀mora's note ⠀⠀◟⠀❤︎ ♡⠀◝ this was requested!! and ty anonie for making me doing this. I loved this request!! ⠀⠀ᯇ⠀⠀⠀enjoy ❤︎.

(   ᥫ᭡     ·    pairing   ) ⠀  eom seonghyeon   x   female!reader⠀★.

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written / smau

★ WC ; 6.89K

Your private Twitter account has never been this dramatic.

Twelve followers.

Twelve people who know every embarrassing detail about your life.

Twelve people who would absolutely expose you if you tried to lie.

You open the app, your hands trembling with leftover nerves, and snap a quick picture of yourself: backpack, jacket, hair slightly messy, eyes wide like you’ve seen something terrifying. Which, honestly, you have.

You’re going to HYBE.

You post before you can talk yourself out of it.

@ y/nluvs 🔒 :

um

so

i have to go somewhere today

[ photo attached ]

pray for me i’m going to die fr

You don’t have to wait long.

Jiwoo explodes into your notifications.

@ luvjiwoos 🔒 :

WHERE ARE U GOING

WHY DO U LOOK HOT

WHAT MISSION IS THIS

OH RIGHT THE BIGHIT MISSION??? RIGHT?????

Your lips twitch, even though your stomach is still knotted.

You reply vaguely, and she freaks out even more.

She’s so loud, even behind a screen.

But you ignore her for now and sling your backpack onto your shoulder.

Today, you’re not just a student.

You’re…

Well, you don’t even know what you are.

A tutor?

A crisis-management team?

A sacrificial lamb for an idol who doesn’t know what a fraction is?

Maybe all three.

The city feels louder than usual as you walk, like it knows you’re doing something insane. And when you finally reach the front of HYBE Labels, your feet stop automatically. The building towers over you glass and angles and money so expensive looking that your reflection feels out of place.

You stare up at it, swallowing.

Jiwoo texts you again demanding selfies with the building but all you can manage is a shaky picture of the pavement. She complains, obviously, because Jiwoo always complains. You smile nervously at your phone and put it away.

Then you step inside.

The lobby is too clean, too quiet, too polished. Everything smells faintly like disinfectant and rich people. The security guard looks professional enough to arrest clouds.

“Y/N?” he asks politely, scanning a tablet. “We were told to expect you. This way, please.”

You follow him into an elevator that hums softly as it climbs. You try not to pass out.

By the time you reach the practice room floor, your hands have gone cold. There’s a hallway lined with doors some closed, some cracked open, music leaking through. You walk until you find the room number you were told.

The door is slightly ajar.

Music plays inside.

Someone is moving.

You knock before your courage evaporates.

The music cuts off immediately.

A moment later, a head pokes out.

Messy hair. Flushed cheeks. Loose hoodie.

And eyes that widen when they land on you surprise, and something that looks a lot like relief.

Ahn Keonho.

He looks nothing like on posters or fancams (not that you’ve watched many). In person he looks…softer. Younger. More real.

He stares for a full second before remembering he’s supposed to speak.

“Oh—uh—hi,” he says. His voice cracks on the first word. “Um. Y/N? Right?”

His ears are pink.

You’re not sure if it’s from dancing or nerves.

“Yes,” you reply, stepping inside when he waves you in.

The room smells faintly of fabric softener and sweat, like someone has been practicing for hours. His phone lies on the floor, music paused mid beat. A water bottle rests beside it.

He closes the door carefully, then stands in front of you with both hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts, eyes darting everywhere except your face. “I was practicing and lost track of time and then I remembered you were coming and I panicked and —yeah. Anyway. hi.”

You set your backpack down, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you feel.

“hii..,” you say again. “It’s okay. I wasn’t waiting long.”

He nods, though he still looks flustered. He gestures awkwardly for you to sit on the floor, so you do, leaning your back against the mirrored wall. He sits across from you too close, then too far, then too close again until he finally gives up and folds his legs in front of him.

You pull out your notebook, opening it to the first page.

“Ready?” you ask gently.

He inhales like he’s about to go skydiving.

“I think so. Maybe. Probably not. But I’ll try.”

You suppress a laugh. “okay. Let’s start with where you got stuck last time.”

Keonho opens his own notebook and you swear you can hear angels screaming. It’s a disaster. Doodles everywhere. Stray equations. A dragon that looks like it was drawn during a breakdown. The words 2cool4skool are scrawled in the margins.

You bite your lip to keep from smiling. He notices anyway.

“Sorry,” he mutters quickly, cheeks turning pink again. “My handwriting’s bad.”

“It’s not that bad,” you lie.

His eyes flick up to yours, warm and hopeful. “Really?”

“Really,” you repeat, softer this time. “We’ll make it better. Bit by bit.” He relaxes just a little.

Enough for something small and sincere to settle between you.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I trust you.”

Your heart stutters at the quiet honesty in his voice.

And just like that, the session begins two teenagers in a quiet practice room, trying to understand math, and maybe…each other.

★ 10 MINUTES LATER

For the first ten minutes, you actually believe this might go smoothly.

Keonho listens.

He nods.

He writes things down.

He even asks a question that sounds intelligent.

You’re halfway through explaining a step by step method for rearranging equations when his attention suddenly...dissolves. His eyes drift toward the mirror, then his hoodie strings, then the ceiling, then the floor, then his shoe where he begins tapping a frantic beat like a drummer possessed. You pause mid sentence. “Uh… Keonho?”

He freezes, tapping foot in the air.

“Yes?” he replies, too quickly, like he’s been caught committing tax fraud.

“You good?”

He drops his foot.

“Yes—no—maybe. I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“That I hate math.”

You almost laugh, but you try to keep a straight face. “And you remembered this…during the equation?” “I remember it every ten seconds,” he says gravely, as if discussing a deep philosophical truth. Then he brightens. “Can we take a tiny break?”

“We’ve only been working for ten minutes.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, nodding enthusiastically. “Exactly why we deserve a break. We worked so hard.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You drew a dragon during the last problem.”

“That was stress relief,” he argues. “Studying is stressful.”

You give him a flat look.

He folds instantly.

“Okay okay okay five more minutes. I’ll behave. I swear.” He holds up his hands in surrender, but the grin tugging his mouth immediately ruins the effect.

You sigh, flipping the notebook around so he can see.

“Let’s start from here. If 3x + 2 = 11—”

He squints at the paper, then at you.

“Are we allowed to guess?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? Because I feel like the vibes of the answer—”

“No.”

He deflates dramatically, collapsing onto his elbows. “You’re cruel.”

“You hired me.”

“Technically my manager hired you,” he mutters.

You hold back a smile.

“You’re still the one who has to learn this.”

“touché,” he groans, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m trying, I swear. My brain just…lags.”

“A human Wi-Fi problem?”

“Exactly!” He looks proud of the comparison. “I have low signal. Sometimes it disconnects.”

“So reboot,” you say.

He blinks at you.

You tap the paper. “Focus.”

“Oh. That kind of reboot.” He sits back up, straightening like he’s preparing to take a school portrait. His hair flop into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach out and push them aside.

You freeze.

He freezes.

His breath catches tiny and quick and for a moment the practice room feels too quiet, too warm, too fragile.

“Oh,” he says softly.

“Sorry,” you murmur, pulling your hand back.

“No, it’s—um—it’s fine.”

He’s looks away again. Ear tips being pink. “You can…do that If you want. Because it helps. Maybe.” You pretend not to hear the last part.

He pretends not to die of embarrassment.

You both look at the notebook like it’s a hostage situation.

“Okay,” he says brightly, too brightly. “Math. Let’s solve the thing. With numbers. Cool.”

You hide a smile behind your hand. “Subtract the 2 first.”

He scribbles. Stares.

Scribbles more.

You watch his lips move as he whispers the numbers under his breath, trying to convince the universe that math is a negotiable concept.

Then he looks up at you, eyes wide, like a puppy presenting a chewed up shoe as a gift.

“Is it…nine?” he asks hopefully.

You lean in, look at his work, then meet his gaze.

“That’s correct.”

His entire face lights up.

Like sun.

Like stage lights.

Like he’s winning awards.

“I DID IT?” he blurts.

“You did it.”

“Oh my god—I understood something? I UNDERSTOOD SOMETHING!”

He jumps to his feet, pointing at his notebook like it personally betrayed him. “I’m a genius! Tell my manager I’m smart! Actually—no—wait—tell Seonghyeon—he’ll cry—he said I only use 2% of my brain—LOOK AT ME NOW!”

You watch him spin in a small circle, waving his arms like he’s summoning spirits.

“Keonho—”

“I CAN DO MATH.”

“Keonho—”

“I’M AMAZING.”

“Sit down.”

He sits instantly.

But he’s smiling.

A real one.

Soft around the edges.

A smile that makes your chest feel too tight.

He looks at you like you’re magic.

And in a small voice one he thinks you can’t hear he whispers “This is kinda fun...because you’re here.”

You pretend you didn’t hear that either.

But your heartbeat definitely does.

By the time your session wraps, Keonho looks like he’s run a marathon and won a Nobel Prize in the same hour.

His hair is a mess.

His notebook is a disaster.

His grin is unstoppable.

You start packing up your things, sliding your pens into the small front pocket of your bag, trying not to think too hard about how close you and Keonho sat…or the way he kept sneakily glancing at you every time you explained something. A quick look, then back down, then another one like he couldn’t help himself.

You hear him rummaging behind you. “You’re not leaving yet, right?” he calls, sounding slightly breathless. You blink. “Uh… yeah? We’re done, aren’t we?”

“WAIT!”

He says it so urgently you freeze mid-zip.

He stumbles across the room, nearly tripping over his own water bottle, then skids to a stop in front of you. His hoodie is half-off one shoulder and he looks like a boy who sprinted for his life.

He shoves something into your hands.

A paper bag.

Warm.

Heavy.

Smelling…ridiculously good.

You blink at it, then at him.

“What is this?”

“Food!” he announces proudly, chest puffed out. “Like—uh—thank you-food Tutor appreciation food homework survival food. Pick whichever title sounds coolest.”

“...You bought me food?”

His looks away. “I didn’t buy it.”

You open the bag and see neatly packed containers rice, chicken, vegetables, a separate small box of fruit cut into tiny pieces, even a thermos of tea. “You cooked this?” you whisper, stunned.

He scratches his cheek. “Well, yeah. I mean—kind of? It’s not that hard. I cook sometimes for practice because the others burn things and I’m the only one who remembers salt exists.”

You stare at him.

“You cooked this,” you repeat. He looks everywhere except your eyes.

“If you hate it,” he says quickly, “just lie and say it’s edible. Actually don’t lie, wait—no—do lie? I don’t know. Just—don’t throw it away? It’s okay if it's not good I just thought you might like it or maybe you’d need it later because you seem like someone who forgets to eat when stressed and—”

“Keonho.”

He stops rambling instantly.

You lift the bag carefully, as if it holds something priceless.

“Thank you,” you say softly. “Really. This is…incredibly sweet.”

His shoulders relax, and the tiniest smile touches his mouth shy, relieved, proud all at once.

“Well…you helped me,” he murmurs. “And I wanted to help you back.”

There’s a beat.

A breath.

A warmth you can’t describe.

Then he suddenly jolts upright like he remembered something terrifying.

“wait don't eat the grapes first those look ugly because I cut them wrong— actually just don’t look at the grapes at all—”

“Keonho,” you laugh, “I’m going to eat the grapes.”

“no— they're bald—”

You stare.

“Bald?”

“Long story,” he mutters, red to the ears. “But just…pretend they have dignity.”

You can’t stop laughing now, the sound echoing gently off the practice room mirrors. He watches you laugh, and something in his expression softens completely like you’re sunlight he didn’t expect to find.

Then he clears his throat, suddenly flustered again.

“Um…text me when you get home? I mean you don’t have to, but just so I know you’re safe. And so I know you didn’t die because of my cooking.”

You zip your bag, holding the warm food to your chest. “I’ll text you,” you promise.

His smile this time is small…but real. “Good.”

And as you leave the practice room, clutching the surprise gift, you can feel his gaze on your back warm, careful, almost protective as if something new is beginning, quietly, between the two of you.

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