˖Ი𐑼⋆ in which ! seonghyeon ends up finding your lost phone and an enemy blossoms…
― ⭑.ᐟ non idol smau swearing fem!reader
note! omg i'm so sorry for disappearing :// i've been BUSYYYY but hopefully i get back on my grind :p and this was inspired because i bought an iphone 6 the other day and i'm actually obsessed... like kay bye. n e ways lmk if u want other parts of this!!!! <3
𑣲 part two!
❝ oh i don't care if you're insincere,
just tell me what I want to hear ❞ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
˖Ი𐑼⋆ juhoon never truly intended to hurt you, but he did. now he's stuck dealing with the repercussions of his actions. except he's willing to prove to you that he's deserving enough to be yours again, even if that means following your ten step list to win you back.
― ⭑.ᐟ idol!juhoon x ex!fem reader mini smau series juhoon is really chalant the members lowk clocking juhoon any chance they get wonhee (illit) and kim shin (axmxp) faceclaims exes to lovers trope reader lowk having no self respect
note! this is so cheeks but i hope all of you are doing well, big apologies for the long wait </333 •ﻌ•
˖Ი𐑼⋆ juhoon never truly intended to hurt you, but he did. now he's stuck dealing with the repercussions of his actions. except he's willing to prove to you that he's deserving enough to be yours again, even if that means following your ten step list to win you back.
― ⭑.ᐟ idol!juhoon x ex!fem reader mini smau series juhoon is really chalant the members lowk clocking juhoon any chance they get wonhee (illit) and kim shin (axmxp) faceclaims exes to lovers trope reader lowk having no self respect
note! hi cuties :3 apologies for the wait and this being such a buns chapter •ﻌ•
omgg oomf i didn't even know you made the "we were in love, now we're strangers" smau!!! it was genuinely TOO good 🥹🥹 it had the perfect amount of angst in it!! i cant wait for the future chapters!!
honestly, I keep re-reading all your pieces because they're such masterpieces istg 😭 it's the perfect ratio of plot, pacing, humour and fluff and I LOVEEE your juhoon miss you series 🫶🏻
wanted to ask: since you stan txt, who's your bias?
omg stop i’m gonna smooch u 😳😳🫰i was so scared people weren’t gonna find me entertaining or funny but i’m so glad you do 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️ and miss you chapter is coming soon trustttttt ive js been busy w school and work #busybee 🐝🐝
anyways my bias in txt is taehyun i js love him sm he’s such a pretty princess 😁😁😁 i see myself in him as well so maybe that’s why i chose him
SYNOPSIS keonho hated one thing more than playing out of tune, and that was the sound of your voice. much to his dismay, he found that fraternizing with the enemy wasn’t so bad.
INFO angst but barely, fluff, high school au, rivals to lovers, cellist!keonho x cellist!fem!reader, teaser wc 683
WARNINGS swearing, toxic rivalry, musical terms galore, google is your friend!
NOTE very self-indulgent and based on my own musical experience… more to come when i actually write this :p i highly suggest listening to the pieces below
the concert program 𝄞 ˚*･ॱ ˙
poet and peasant overture - suppé
pavane pour une infante défunte (for orchestra) - ravel
prince igor: polovtsian dances - borodin
OCTOBER
Audition season was a musician’s doomsday. They would either let the endless hours of practicing work their magic, or have their nerves swallow them whole. Three minutes in a room, a sheet separating you and two judges, and a student helper in the corner trying not to wince at your mistakes. It was the same hell every year: all just to play in an orchestra with other random kids from around the region.
For a dedicated, over-the-top musician, it was also the day your worth was determined. Are you exceptional, or just mediocre? Would university orchestras want you? Every answer came down to the three minutes of sweaty hands, rushed audition excerpts, and shitty room acoustics.
You seemed to be a master of the process. Every time without fail, you walked out of that audition room with a convincing poker face. To the kids in line for their audition, you were easily the principal cellist. A born prodigy. Auditions were nothing to you because you were born a winner.
Keonho thought otherwise. He knew you— your weaknesses, strengths, and just how to piss you off. And who was he to not use that to his advantage every time he caught you thirty minutes before an audition? You were the only burden between him and that principal seat; he had to break you down somehow.
You walked into the warm-up room (or, a high school cafeteria) with a sigh, hard cello case heavy on your back. The place was too familiar; your auditions were held there almost every year. You knew the path to and from the cello audition room, the cold tile floor of the room (which was not your friend), and the same orchestra directors that volunteered every year. It was hard to forget them when they greeted you like a saint.
Picking your favorite corner of the cafeteria, you scoped the place for any familiar musicians. There was the violist girl that was the principal every year. Her prominent shoulder-rest mark on her neck showed how much she practiced. Then you saw one of your favorite cellists to play with, a girl named Maya that you got coffee with before your one morning rehearsal last year.
You checked your phone. Fourty minutes until your audition. You finally began unpacking your cello, sifting through your case for the rosin you preferred to use for auditions. The cafeteria seat was stiff and probably seconds away from breaking. You set yourself up to play and found your tuner, playing a few long bow strokes on your A-string.
“Yikes. So sharp.”
Sighing, you turned at the familiar voice. “Good thing I have a tuner in my hand.”
Keonho shot you an infuriating smile. He tilted his head. “Don’t you have perfect pitch? Could just tune on your own.”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You scoffed, resting your bow upwards on your knee.
“My audition is in an hour. I’ve got time.” He shoved his hands in his pockets casually. He was far too relaxed for your liking, but you rarely saw him tense anyway. Only during extremely fast passages in rehearsals, or when you learned the reseating results. Every year, you watched his face drop when your name tag was placed on the principal chair. Every. Single. Year.
You adjusted yourself, turning away from him. Mostly because you couldn’t stand to make eye contact. How could you, when he looked so sure of himself? When he looked more determined than ever to take your place? “Tryhard.” You mumbled.
“Sure, you could say that. Or you could say i’m trying very hard to take you down.” He shrugged, pausing to find a crack in your expression. When there was none, he gave you a fake smile. “Well, good luck.”
You looked back up to watch him walk away, briefly making eye contact when he turned back to look at you one more time. The unreadable look in his eyes made your stomach stir. Keonho knew exactly how to make orchestra seem like a survival show, and you felt like you were getting eliminated very soon.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ juhoon never truly intended to hurt you, but he did. now he's stuck dealing with the repercussions of his actions. except he's willing to prove to you that he's deserving enough to be yours again, even if that means following your ten step list to win you back.
― ⭑.ᐟ idol!juhoon x ex!fem reader mini smau series juhoon is really chalant the members lowk clocking juhoon any chance they get wonhee (illit) and kim shin (axmxp) faceclaims exes to lovers trope reader lowk having no self respect
note! making this move fast because i don't want it too long but trust reader is NAWT gonna let juhoon come back into her life too easy :p
thought you and i might have everything it’s easier pretending you have angel wings 🪽 idol!martin x fem!reader , in which you notice that the two of you are drifting apart track by : madison beer wc : 0.8k !
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‘dating an idol is fun’ they say.
it was fun. you couldn’t deny that. but fun doesn’t last forever — that was the realisation you had come to.
it was a fever dream. your boyfriend, the very boy you spent your days with, the boy you thought you would spend forever with, became a singer. martin sought his dreams out, accomplished them. and for that, you were proud.
but it meant change.
you didn’t like change, but you learned to make do. after all, you didn’t have much of a choice.
it happened slowly. the distance. and it only seemed to grow as time went by.
little things — that’s how it started. those daily night calls? they became weekly. and you noticed, of course you noticed ; how martin seemed to become disinterested in them. his eyes on the screen, but it always seemed like he’d be staring past you. like there was something after you, like you were an obstacle — like you weren’t someone important, but now just something in his way.
but you glossed over it. ‘he must be tired’, ‘training probably ran through’, ‘he’s just busy’. you reassured yourself with countless excuses, making up for his latecomings.
and then texts became less frequent, and more dry. from messages like ‘how were your classes? i miss you, like crazy bad’ to ‘i’m fine’ and ‘imyt’.
from giving and taking, it was just you giving, and him taking.
but you tried to not let it get to you. you were still a girl with her boyfriend. her boyfriend who was now plastered all around world. but he was still, your boyfriend — your martin. right?
martin rain checked, a lot. yeah, he was busy — he had an actual job where he could hardly catch a break. but sometimes he didn’t even bother letting you know, or probably just forgot about the date itself. you can’t recall the last time he hadn’t stood you up.
it was getting to a point. you could no longer make up reasons for the changes. his changes. you guys weren’t just growing up, but growing apart. an hit hard. when family and friends would ask you how martin was, how he’s doing as an idol ; you’d be silent, because you didn’t know. in truth, you were now no longer different to them. you too wish you knew how martin was, to be able answer these questions.
you loved martin, truly. but you began to doubt that the feeling was still reciprocated. and so, you drifted away just as he did. you no longer sought him out.
there were no more good morning, goodnight texts, no more i love yous and no more late night calls. but couldn’t cut contact just yet. every now and then, you’d try text. to hold at least one conversation a week, no matter how awkward it felt.
but then he stopped replying overall. last weeks texts? still on delivered. those tiktoks you sent? all left on seen.
martin edwards had given up, now he was just waiting on you to do the same.
and so you did. but you were doing it officially — not silently backing out as he did. you texted him, the first time in a while : “can we meet? js for 10 mins max.”
he couldn’t say no to that. so he agreed to meet you tonight, at the park.
you sat on a swing, looking down at your feet. it was dark, and quiet. a moment one could describe as peaceful. but in such a situation, you weren’t able to find solace.
slow steps made their way to you, leaves crunching under the soles of trainers.
“hey..” you raised your head. martin.
of course, he was covered up. baggy jeans and a hoodie of a deep shade thrown on, a face mask hanging just off his ear.
you swallowed hard. this was it. “…hi,”
he hesitated before taking a seat in the swing beside you. “you wanted to talk?” he spoke up, his gaze ahead — never on you.
“mhm,” you didn’t know how to say it. but you had a feeling he already knew what you were going to say. you took a moment, contemplating. was this really happening? were you actually going to break up with him? was your relationship of many years coming to an end?
yes, yes, and yes.
“i think..” you inhaled sharply “i think that we should end things.” you finally mustered up.
neither of you looked at each other, sitting in silence for a couple seconds.
“okay..” he agreed. that was what hurt. he didn’t question anything, he didn’t argue and he didn’t apologise. he merely agreed with a simple ‘okay’.
you nodded back, slowly. and then he got up, not a word leaving his lips, as he made his way out — his back to you.
you watched him walk away. and you didn’t try fight it this time. you were done trying.
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