I like to write sometimes but i often spam js for bs knowing no one gaf
English is not my first language so geel free to correct my grammar when i make mistakes.
I don’t use ai. If my texts sounds robotic or anything it will be because i do not know a proper translation, and then i use a translator so the word might not rly fit as well as i want to.
Im clarifying this because apparently good grammar = ai nowadays.. right
Masterlist
Request are open if you want to suggest anything
Cortis
I only write for cortis rn
OT5
please go back (begging your boyfriend to go back to his old hair)
Martin
Girl friend or girlfriend? (Martin tries to shoot his shot with reader but fails to notice something important)
— ᨳଓ . pairings: keonho x fem!reader
— ᨳଓ . genre: beach day chaos, fluff, family bonding, soft romance, friends into lovers
— ᨳଓ . warnings: kissing wc: ~2k (?) idk i forgot
— ᨳଓ . synopsis: a beach trip with your chaotic family turns into something so unforgettable when your best friend, keonho, quickly wins everyone over, while you realize you're slowly falling for him too.
the first mistake you made was bringing keonho to a family trip to the beach.
the second mistake was introducing him to you mother. because now, somehow, after less than fifteen minutes, your own family had liked him more than they liked you.
"keonho, sweetheart, do you want some watermelon?" your mom asked gently.
you stared in disbelief. she had never called you sweetheart in your entire years of living.
keonho blinked, clearly caught off guard as well. "uh... sure?"
your mom handed him the biggest piece in the container. you recived a singular grape.
"this is favoritism," you muttered.
"correct," your sibling replied immediately from the beach chair beside you.
you threw sand at them. the beach itself looked straight out of a summer movie.
blue water stretching on forever, seagulls circling overhead like tiny thieves waiting for the perfect opportunities, kids running through the sand. your family had claimed an entire section near the shore because apparently nobody in your bloodline knew the meaning of packing light.
there were coolers, foldable tables, four umbrellas, a speaker blasting music very loudly. and somehow your uncle brought a portable fan.
"to fight nature," he exclaimed proudly.
keonho laughed so hard he almost peed himself. and that was the problem, everything he did made people fall in love with him a little.
your cousins attached themselves to him instantly, your aunt calling him handsome every three minutes.
even your grandpa, who distrusted nearly every human being on earth, nodded approvingly at him after keonho helped carry chairs across the hot sand.
"he has very strong shoulders," your grandpa whispered to you.
"what does that even mean?"
"it means survive apocalypse."
you rubbed your temples.
meanwhile keonho stood near the shoreline helping your little cousins fill a bucket with water. except one of them kept spilling on his feet accidentally.
"sorry!" she squeaked.
"it's okay," he said patiently for the sixth time now.
you watched him smile at her, hair blowing slightly in the wind, oversized shirt flowing against the ocean breeze.
unfair. actually unfair.
nobody should be allowed to looks that pretty while holding a pink plastic shovel.
he caught you staring. immediately a grin spread across his face.
"what?"
"nothing."
"you've been looking at me for about like ten minutes."
"i was judging your bucket technique."
"my bucket technique is awesome, actually."
"debatable."
he laughed softly before walking over toward you, feet kicking up sand. the second he stood beside you, your younger cousin gasped so dramatically loud, loud enough for the whole coastline to hear.
"they're standing next to each other!"
"thank you," your sibling deadpanned. "we are aware."
your cousin ignored them completely.
"you guys look like couples in those vacation dramas or whatever they're called."
you nearly chocked on air.
keonho looked so entertained.
"vacation drama?" he repeated.
"she watches too much tv," you mumbled.
"no, wait," he said thoughtfully. "do i at least have a rich energy?"
you stared at him.
"you absolutely do."
he placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "finally. recognition."
the afternoon drifted by in the warm waves of sunlight and noise. your family played beach volleyball.
well. tried to.
your uncle kept missing the ball while claiming "the wind was sabotaging his aim."
at some point your little cousin dragged keonho into the game, which instantly became the loudest even ever on earth.
"KEONHO!"
"I GOT IT!"
"YOU DON'T GOT IT!"
"WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?"
you say nearby on the sand laughing so hard your stomach began to cramp. then keonho dove for the ball dramatically, missed completely, and face planted into the sand.
the beach went silent for one terrifying moment. then he lifted his head, sunglasses still somehow perfectly on. your family erupted. even strangers nearby started clapping.
"you survived!" your dad yelled.
"barely," keonho answered weakly.
later, while everyone recovered under the umbrellas, your mom insisted on taking some family photos for memories.
"family photo!"
groans echoed immediately. nobody moved.
"NOW."
suddenly everyone obeyed like soldiers. you stood awkwardly near the back until your mom frowned.
"no, no. keonho stand next to her."
your entire body combusted instantly.
keonho walked over beside you, trying and failing to hide his bright smile.
"this feels targeted," he whispered.
"it is."
your mom aggressively repositioned everyone for twenty full minutes.
"move left."
OTHER left."
"who blinked?"
"why does your uncle look so confused?"
"I AM confused!" your uncle shouted back.
finally the picture got taken, but the second afterward, your aunt grabbed your mothers phone.
"ooo, let me see!"
the photo then popped up on the screen.
and unfortunately...
you and keonho looked disgustingly cute together.
his shoulder leaned against yours slightly.
both of you smiling naturally.
like those couples people reposted online with captions about soulmates and summer love.
your cousins noticed immediately.
"WAITTTTTTTT."
"they look married."
"send me that picture."
"put it in a frame!"
"i hate this family," you whispered.
keonho laughed quietly beside you.
by evening, the beach softened into a gold color. the sky looked gorgeous, painted in streaks of peach and pink while ocean water reflected the sunset like melted glass.
your family settled around the blankets for dinner. someone passed around snacks. your grandpa fell asleep in a folding chair a few hours ago. and your little cousin sat next to keonho braiding tiny seashell slips into his hair while he accepted his fate quietly.
you started crying laughing.
"he looks so beautiful," your aunt said emotionally.
"i look so ridiculous right now," keonho replied.
"no," your cousin corrected seriously. "you look like a magically mermaid."
"and that's somehow worse."
you smiled into your drink. then quietly, while everyone argued about what music to play next, keonho leaned closer toward you.
"you family's fun," he admitted softly.
"they're insane."
"yeah," he said with a grin. "i like them."
the warmth in your chest returned again. the dangerous kind of warmth. the kind that made your heartbeat feel way too noticeable.
your little cousin suddenly climbed into your lap sleepily before looking up between the two of you.
then she asked the question.
"are you gonna marry keonho someday?"
absolute silence. you nearly wanted to throw yourself into the water to escape the question.
"OH MY GOD."
your sibling started choking on their soda. your aunt looked thrilled beyond humanity comprehension. and keonho? keonho looked at you first, smiling softly, then back at your cousin.
"maybe," he answered.
your brain turned off instantly.
"maybe?!" you repeated.
he shrugged innocently, through the corners of his mouth betrayed him completely.
"what? your family basically already adopted me."
your mom pointed dramatically. "HE'S RIGHT."
traitor. every single one of them.
the sky darkened slowly after that. small lights from the boardwalk flickered in the distance while the waves softly curled against the shore. you stepped away from the blankets for some fresh air eventually, walking closer towards the water.
the noise of your family slowly faded behind you, replaced by waves crashing and distant sound of music drifting from the boardwalk.
you wrapped your arms around yourself loosely as the cool evening breeze brushed against your sun warmed skin. for the first time all day, everything felt quiet. peaceful.
well... almost.
because without even turning around, you could already hear familiar footsteps following behind you through the sand.
slow. unhurried. and somehow unmistakably keonho's.
before you could stop it, a smile tugged at your lips.
"you know stalking is illegal, right?" you called out softly.
"i prefer the term emotionally attached," keonho replied.
you laughed quietly as he stood beside you, hands tucked into the pockets of his swimming trunks.
for a moment, neither of you spoke.
the waves rolled gently at your feet while the sunset painted soft gold across the entire ocean. then keonho glanced over at you.
"today was fun."
"even with my family bullying you all day?"
"they only threatened me twice," he said thoughtfully. "that feels like progress."
you laughed. "they liked you."
"i noticed."
"honestly, it's a little suspicious."
"what can i say?" he shrugged dramatically. "i have charming shoulders."
you nearly chocked on your saliva.
"that is still the weirdest compliment my grandpa has ever given someone."
keonho grinned before his expression softens slightly.
"but seriously..." he said quietly. "i'm glad you invited me."
something about his voice made your chest go crazy. you looked down at the sand for a second before smiling softly. "i'm glad you came."
silence settled between you once again, comfortable this time. your breath caught immediately.
the ocean breeze moved strands of hair across his forehead as he looked down at you carefully, like he was trying to decide something.
"you know," he murmured, "your family keeps looking at us as if we're already dating."
"they've lost their minds."
"mhm." his eyes flickered to your lips for half a second. "maybe they're onto something though."
your heartbeat went absolutely feral.
"keonho—“
he leaned in suddenly. slow enough for you to realize what was happening. close enough for your brain to completely stop functioning.
"FINALYYYYYY!"
the scream nearly sent both of you into the cold ocean water. you jumped apart instantly while keonho burst out laughing beside you. your entire family stood several feet away near the blankets absolutely losing their minds.
your aunt was clapping, your sibling had collapsed into the sand dramatically, even your grandpa pointed at the two of you like he'd just won a million bucks from the lottery.
"I TOLD YOU THEY WERE IN LOVE!" your cousin yelled
"oh my god," you groaned, covering your face instantly.
you mom looked seconds away from breaking out in tears of joy.
"WE WERE WAITING ALL DAY!" she shouted.
"YOU WERE WATCHING US?!" you yelled back.
"yes!" your dad answered proudly.
"we support romance in this family!" your aunt declared.
beside you, keonho was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. then he looked at you again, smile much more softer now.
"so..." he said quietly, taking one small step closer again, "should we give them the ending they want?"
a.n: guys im going to the beach tomorrow because it going to be hot as shit and this beautiful idea popped into my brain. 👀💪🙂↔️
I miss my cat (its been a day) i thought she’d be home by now i cant sleep because what if i sleep and she’s outside and i don’t hear her and she runs away again. 🙁
We usually never let her outside during the night but she went out yesterday. We can watch what she’s doing during the day and the deers, hares and fox isn’t out. She gets sxared of pretty much everything.
I miss you Sally plsss come home
And i wouldnt be worrying if i wasnt on my frigging period too so everything is set to the max. Bruh fuck everything
Genre: Fluff • Girlfriends AU • Comfort • Headcanons
Summary: Random thoughts and headcanons about what dating Yoonchae would be like as her girlfriend.
╰┈➤ Your relationship would feel soft and playful at the same time. A lot of giggling, teasing, matching energy, and accidentally acting like a married couple despite being young.
╰┈➤ She’d absolutely spam your camera roll with random pictures of you. Most of them blurry because she thinks every version of you looks cute.
╰┈➤ Yoonchae feels like the type to get clingy without realizing it. Sitting close to you automatically, holding your hand whenever she can, leaning against your shoulder while scrolling on her phone.
╰┈➤ She’d send you TikToks at ungodly hours with captions like:
“us”
“this reminded me of u”
or just keyboard smashes.
╰┈➤ She’d definitely brag about you to the members constantly.
Like:
“my girlfriend said this”
“my girlfriend likes that too”
“wait my girlfriend would love this”
╰┈➤ Late-night calls with her would last HOURS because neither of you wants to hang up first.
╰┈➤ She’d love doing little matching things together:
matching phone charms,
bracelets,
hoodies,
Pinterest boards,
everything.
╰┈➤ If you know Korean, she’d randomly switch languages while talking fast whenever she gets excited.
╰┈➤ She’d 100% get shy after accidentally flirting too hard and immediately hide her face.
╰┈➤ Her fans would probably adore you because she physically cannot stop smiling whenever you’re mentioned.
╰┈➤ Study dates or practice-room visits would become normal. She’d be practicing while constantly looking over at you every five seconds.
╰┈➤ She seems like the type to remember tiny details about you naturally. Favorite snacks, little habits, things you mentioned once months ago.
╰┈➤ Arguments with her probably wouldn’t last long because she’d hate feeling distant from you.
╰┈➤ Physical affection would be constant but sweet:
interlocked hands,
forehead kisses,
back hugs,
resting her head on your shoulder,
playing with your fingers absentmindedly.
╰┈➤ She’d definitely make playlists about you but pretend they’re “just songs she likes.”
Author’s note:
yoonchae genuinely gives “adoring girlfriend” energy like she’d look at her gf with the biggest heart eyes imaginable 😭
The pale morning light had already started slipping through the curtains long before either of you actually woke up, thin streaks of gold stretching lazily across the bed and warming the edges of the blankets. The room was quiet in that soft way only early mornings seemed to be—no phones buzzing, no schedules waiting, no voices coming from another room. Just slow breathing, warm sheets, and the comfortable stillness of a day that hadn't started asking anything from either of you yet.
You had woken up first.
Not fully, not immediately, but enough to become aware of warmth around you.
A lot of warmth.
...James was practically attached to you.
At some point during the night, he had apparently decided that simply sleeping beside you wasn't enough, because now one arm was wrapped tightly around your waist while the other had somehow ended up trapped beneath your neck, pulling you close enough that there was barely any space left between you at all. One of his legs had tangled with yours too, as if somewhere in his half-asleep brain he'd subconsciously decided you weren't allowed to escape.
You shifted just slightly beneath the blankets.
Immediately, his arms tightened.
Not painfully, just enough. Enough to tell you he noticed.
You turned your head a little and looked at him.
His face was pressed against your shoulder, hair completely messy and falling over his forehead, lashes resting softly against his cheeks. He looked younger when he slept somehow—softer around the edges, more relaxed, like every bit of tension he carried around during busy days had finally decided to leave him alone for a few hours.
And despite the fact that he looked very asleep...
"...James."
Nothing. You tried again anyways.
"...James."
Still nothing.
You narrowed your eyes.
"You're awake."
A few seconds passed, then, very slowly, you felt his face press even closer against your neck.
"...No."
His voice came out rough and sleepy, words slightly slurred from exhaustion. You stared, an inebitable smile forming on your lips.
"...You're literally talking."
"...Mhm."
"...James."
"...Mhm."
"...You're awake."
There was silence for a moment.
Then his nose brushed lightly against your shoulder as he shifted closer somehow—which honestly should not have even been physically possible considering he was already attached to you.
"...Don't know what you're talking about." He grumbled lightly against your nape, leaving a light kiss there.
You let out a quiet laugh immediately.
Because his voice still sounded completely buried in sleep, low and soft and warm in a way that almost made your chest ache.
You tried moving again. Just a little.
Immediately—
"No."
You blinked.
"...Huh?"
"No." He growled softly, his arm lightly pullying you closer, pressing your back against his wide chest.
This time his answer came faster. More awake.
You looked down at him.
James still had his eyes closed. Still looked asleep somehow.
Except now his eyebrows had furrowed slightly like he was personally offended by the concept of movement.
"Where are you going?" he asked quietly, voice gruff against your shoulder.
"I wasn't going anywhere."
"...Mhm."
"...I wasn't."
His eyes opened then, barely.
Just enough for him to look up at you through messy hair and heavy eyelids.
He stared for a few seconds.
Then blinked slowly.
Then stared again.
You almost laughed.
Because James always took forever to wake up properly.
It wasn't like one second he was asleep and the next he was completely awake.
No way.
Waking up for James was a process.
A very long process.
You could practically see his brain loading.
He looked at you like he was trying to remember something important.
Then his expression softened almost instantly.
Oh.
You.
His face changed so subtly, but you caught it anyway.
The tiny shift around his eyes.
The faintest smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, so lazy and soft.
And then, without warning, he buried his face directly into your neck again.
"...James!" You yelped softly.
"What."
His voice was muffled, yet you felt him smile against your skin.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"...You're crushing me."
"No I'm not."
"You are."
"...No."
You stared at the ceiling.
He was unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.
Because despite arguing with you, despite denying every accusation with complete confidence, his arms remained wrapped tightly around you.
Like he was unconsciously pulling you closer every few seconds.
Like his body had decided that if he held you tightly enough, morning wouldn't happen.
You felt his fingers move slightly against your side, slow and absentminded, tracing tiny patterns through the fabric of your shirt without him seeming to realize he was doing it.
Quiet.
Comfortable.
Sleepy.
You were then somehow able to turn around in his arms so you could face him. He looked so peaceful, so handsome it hurted. You then reached up and gently pushed his hair away from his forehead.
A light hum leaving his lips.
"...You're falling asleep."
"Mhm."
"...You just woke up."
"Mhm."
"...James."
This time he opened one eye. Just one.
"...What."
You looked at him for a second. Then smiled.
"Good morning."
For a moment he simply stared at you. Both eyes now though.
Still sleepy.
Still not fully awake.
Then his expression melted completely. Really melted.
Like every bit of stubbornness left him at once.
"...Morning."
His voice was so quiet you almost missed it.
Then he shifted upward slightly, moving slowly beneath the blankets until his face was closer to yours.
You thought he was going to say something.
Instead—
A tiny kiss against your cheek.
Then another near your jaw.
Then another.
You blinked.
"...James."
Another kiss.
"...James."
One near the corner of your mouth this time.
"...Babe."
"Mhm."
"...You're very clingy in the morning."
Silence.
"...Only because you're warm."
You narrowed your eyes immediately.
"So if I wasn't warm—"
"No."
He answered way too fast.
Actually way too fast.
Then his eyes opened a little wider as if he'd finally realized what he said.
You stared.
He stared back.
A few seconds passed.
Then James hid his face in the crook of your neck, kissing lightly.
"...Take it back." He muttered softly.
You started laughing. Actually laughing now.
His ears had gone slightly pink.
"...No."
"I take it back."
"You can't just take it back." you teased him, hearing him whine softly.
"...Shut up."
You tightened your arms around him instead.
And for a moment he went still. Completely still.
Then slowly—very slowly—you felt him relax against you.
All his weight settling comfortably.
No pretending to be asleep anymore.
No complaints. Just warmth.
Then after a few quiet seconds, you felt his fingers gently squeeze your side once.
"...Five more minutes," he mumbled softly.
A pause. Then, quieter:
"...Actually ten."
Another pause.
"...Maybe forever."
And somehow, wrapped up in his arms while morning light spilled lazily across the bed and James held onto you like letting go would be the worst thing in the world—
Txt is the best boygroup idc. Imagine being this famous while your company is refusing to promote your group bc you’re not making slop music. They’re easily the best group under bighit (i love cortis but they only got two small albums so they don’t really have that much of a discography). They have zero real controversies except some minor ones that weren’t the members fault (hyuka got in a controversy bc he helped a drunk girl get a taxi once ) and they’ve been a group for 7 years. They’ve all been open about disliking ai meanwhile they’re billiomdollar company puts aout slop and calls it promotion.
Plus they got the best discography only beaten by girl groups
BRO I GOT SO SAD DURING THEIR 7TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY thry talked to an ai while thinking it was a junior group. They even said they thought it was cortis and they just looked so sad when they were told it was ai.
I. do. not. give. a. single. fuck. if. my. writing. makes. you. uncomfortable. WRITING is nothing worse than you'll find on twitter. My writing nsfw wise will not be in any shape or form about Keonho or Seonghyeon until they are both 18. The older three are adults and therefore it is not wrong of me to write about them. Just because I write it does not mean I want it. I write for other people's enjoyment and should not have to explain myself. Yall baby cortis and other idols way too much. I will not write about any minors. Anyone 18 or older can and will be written about, and I have seen other people much younger than me speaking sexually about all of cortis. It is not any different when I do it. I do not find any of Cortis sexually attractive, I am too old for that. If you do not like it, block me and be on your merry way. Signed, Jelly.
You’re a fucking pedophile and yk it these boys are minors and were 17 just a couple months ago but suddenly NOW it’s okay. Get your old ass off this app you fucking faggot and get a job like anyone your age would do
