synopsis: ending up on a solo beach trip with your best friend (who looks a little too good in water) and he ends up teaching you how to float!
You had barely set your stuff down, and Keonho was already stripping beside you ready to rush into the clear blue waves that glimmered in sun. The heatwave despite its many compromising aspects, did offer a perfect excuse to make the trek out to the beach.
After various attempts at convincing your very employed friends to go with you, it had ultimately ended up just you and Keonho on the day, facing the exhaustion of public transport together.
Barely escaping being cooked alive on the bus ride, you had finally made it.
Keonho waited for you, to get your shoes off, your hair up, adjust your bikini top in the right place, but not patiently. He barely stood still. He was telling you to hurry up with his body language.
You finally start your walk down, you approach the water cautiously, testing out the temperature. Despite the heat, the water was still colder than your liking. Keonho ran into the water with no restrain. He moved carelessly and jumped in right next to you, splashing you with the cold water you were yet to acclimatise to.
"You ass!" You yelled, but he couldn't care less and just flashed an unapologetic smile and swam on.
For a moment you forgot you were standing in water halfway up your legs and were supposed to be moving forwards. You watched Keonho. His movements came naturally, his hands cutting through the water with grace, his body straight and sharp. The boy who was known to have two left feet, the clumsy, and ever playful expression on his face, all seemed to dissolve the moment he was in water. When he swam, he moved with precision, with an effortless calmness like it was what he was born to do.
He finally came up. He pushed his soaked hair back and wiped the water from his face. His tan skin was illuminated in the sun, the water dripping off his arms. He looked at you and smiled, which brought you back to reality.
Right. This was only Keonho. It's just Keonho, you thought as if to reassure yourself.
"Come here." He said waving you over.
"It's cold." You call out.
"It's better when you're in."
You knew that. You took few steps further. It's not like you knew how to swim like Keonho. All you could manage was a backstroke, but you walked towards him anyway.
You were still a few feet away when Keanho yelled,
"Just dunk your head in!"
You shake your head. He closed the distance by swimming over to you.
"I'm gonna hold you down under water." He said when he was in front on you.
You looked at him like he was insane.
"It's either that or I splash you."
"Where's the option where you leave me alone?"
He smiled, "Sorry, that isn't one of them."
You sighed and rolled your eyes in a way that said you resigned to your fate. Keonho took the memo.
"Okay, you close your eyes and hold your breath, and I will hold you down and then it'll be over."
"Okay but don't count down, just do it." You said.
He nodded. You crossed your hands over your chest, and closed your eyes. You felt Keonho's grip on your shoulders. You held your breath.
Your shoulders sank down, the initial shock dissolving quickly and suddenly you were surrounded by the silence underwater. Keonho's hands came off and you sprang back up with a gasp. He laughed.
"Better?" He asked.
You didn't answer, too busy wiping the salt water from your eyes.
After that, you did feel better. The water didn't seem cold at all and the sun beating down on the sea definitely helped. Keonho busied himself by swimming out deeper. You, who were too afraid to do so, stayed till where you feet touched the sand beneath. You backstroked right to left a few times, and soon got bored. Your eyes landed on a man far away from you, who was lying face up on the water. He looked like he was asleep. That couldn't be too hard, you thought, and pushed your feet up and tried lay your body flat on the surface of the water, but the moment you felt yourself fall in, you jumped up in fear of drowning, you were a coward when it came to swimming.
You tried a few more times, before resiging back to your sad backstroke. You opened your eyes, and instead of the shining orb of sun in your view, it was Keonho's face looking down on you. You stopped swimming.
"Do you know how to float like that?" You pointed to the man who was still lying face up in the water.
Keonho looked over and nodded, "That's like super easy."
He immediately went on his back and started lazily floating on the water. You tried again, studying his form. It was just letting your body go completely, and come up on the waves. You failed again.
"Relax your body completely." You heard Keonho say behind you.
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" You replied.
You tried again, and this time Keonho watched you closely. The moment your ears went under, you got scared and tensed up, causing your body to lie in a curved c shape, instead of the straight like it's supposed to be. Before you went under this time, Keonho quickly came up and held your head gently, with his palms on either side.
"Stop being so scared." He laughed, his voice sounded muffled to you. You tried.
"Keep your head here, push your shoulders back."
You followed, his hands came off your head. For a second you felt like you were floating, but you felt your feet pull you down. Keonho's hand appeared at the small of your back, pushing you up lightly.
You floated like that for a bit, and then Keonho pulled his hand back and you started sinking again.
There were multiple tries after that, you were almost there, except your back which kept sinking in. Keonho kept his hand there, then just a finger correcting your posture. You were surprised to find Keonho being actually helpful, and being incredibly patient while teaching you, despite always being the first one to tease you in any given situation.
His hand held you in place once more, "That's it, just make sure to push your shoulders back and your chest up." His hand came off and you were floating. You opened your eyes, and saw him smiling down at you and you smiled back. Then his gaze moved to the side of your head,
"Look, there's a jellyfish."
You face fell instantly, you turned your head and there it was. You immediately shrieked. You grabbed onto Keonho, whose hand was still hovering under you just in case. His arm came around your waist instinctively and you clung onto him.
"Get me away, get me away!" You yelled, your arms slung tightly around his neck. He quickly walked backwards, holding you firmly around him.
You only let go of him when you were sure that you were as far away as you could be. Keonho's hand slid off your waist and so did your arms from around his neck. There was an awkward silence.
"They don't really do anything, y'know.." Keonho said, he wasn't looking at you, but off in the distance, red dusting his cheeks and ears.
"It was right next to me." You said, "What if I accidently touched it and it stung me?"
He looked at you with a playful smile, "Don't worry, I'd pee on it for you."
You scrunched your face in disgust, "I'd rather be in pain. Also, the peeing thing is literally not true, peeing makes it worse."
"What are you, a jellyfish expert?"
"I'm educated."
He grinned at you in the way that always got on your nerves. It was the one he'd do after bickering with you endlessly over something that didn't matter, happy to have gotten a reaction out of you. His playful expression was wiped off once more, as he raised his hand to point at something next to you. You didn't even let him speak before letting out a yelp and grabbing on to his arm. You saw the grin return, and realised there was no jellyfish. You pushed his hand away.
"Asshole." You started swimming away.
"Wait," He called amidst his fit of giggles but you kept moving away, "I'm sorry, let's try the floating thing again!"
You were no match for him, and he closed the distance in half the time you did, and appeared in front of you.
"This time you do the whole thing by yourself and don't get scared and think you're drowning."
You hesitate.
"I'm right here." He assured, "You're not about to drown in water this shallow."
This caused you to smile, "I know! I don't know why I get so scared."
"I got you." He flashed a smile, which you couldn't help but return.
You let your legs lift up in the water, and letting the rest of your body follow. For a moment you felt like your face was about to be submerged, but you just straightened your back like Keonho had pointed out and titled your head all the way up. You didn't move a limb and just let the water carry you. You were floating.
"You're doing it!" You heard Keonho's excited voice coming to you in a muffle. You smiled.
The sun washed over your skin, and the water kept you cold. You could honestly fall asleep. Suddenly you felt something graze your hand, you opened your eyes and saw Keonho floating beside you in your periphery. His fingers brushed your hands on accident, but you quietly, but deliberately let your fingertips find his. The smallest of touches tethered you to each other, as you floated together for what felt like an eternity.
You existed in that sea blue daze for the entire way home, you laughed at him for getting ice cream on his nose, he told you he liked how your hair got curly from the sea water. The bus ride back wasn't as excruciating this time, as your head lulled onto his shoulder, completely unaware, and the smell of salt from your hair wafted up his nose. He felt his heart race in a way he hadn't felt before. He realised no clear beach waters or freezer cold icecream brought his mind peace like your clear blue presence did on any day.
snoopy's notes: wrote this otw back from the beach, this heatwave in europe is no joke! also that jellyfish thing happened to me and i reacted the same way. anyone else deathly afraid of jellyfishes 😆✌️
Desc - Texts with your bf after getting your lip pierced!
Note - in honor of me getting my second lip piercing this Saturday, I’m writing Cortis comfort me I mean you after getting your lip pierced (I think I have a clear favorite)
Hiiii! Maybe how cortis members would take care of you while youre on your period?
✮ CRAMPS, CUDDLES
AND CORTIS
STARRING: OT5 cortis x fem reader (seperately)
GENRE: cozy , fluff, crack , established relationship
SUMMARY: Cortis members take care of u during ur periods
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Martin
The first thing Martin does when he realizes you’re on your period is stare at you like he’s just been handed a life-or-death mission.
“You should’ve told me sooner,” he says, already halfway out of bed. “This is serious.”
You blink at him from under your blanket. “Martin, I told you ten minutes ago.”
“Exactly. Ten minutes too late.”
And then he’s gone.
You hear cabinet doors opening, the fridge closing, something falling in the kitchen, and Martin muttering to himself like he’s directing a military operation. By the time he returns, he’s carrying approximately seven things in his arms: a heating pad, a blanket, painkillers, a bottle of water, a snack basket, your favorite plushie, and—somehow—his dog trotting behind him like emotional support backup.
You sit up a little. “Why do you look proud of yourself?”
“Because,” he says, dropping everything onto the bed with the energy of a man who absolutely did not think logistics through, “I have built a survival nest.”
“A survival nest.”
“Yes.” He points at the heating pad. “For cramps. Water, so you don’t get dehydrated. Snacks, because obviously. Plushie for morale. Blanket for insulation. Dog for emotional stabilization.”
His dog immediately curls against your leg, warm and sleepy.
You snort. “Emotional stabilization?”
Martin nods solemnly. “Very advanced treatment method.”
He’s loud even when he’s trying to be gentle, but there’s something weirdly comforting about it. Like there’s no room for you to spiral because Martin has already decided this is a problem the two of you are defeating together.
When you mention your stomach hurts, he frowns so hard you almost laugh.
“Okay,” he says, climbing back onto the bed. “No moving. I’ll get food.”
“You already got snacks.”
“That was pre-food. This is different.”
He comes back with toast and something warm and easy on your stomach, then proceeds to hand-feed you bites because “you look too cozy to sit up properly,” which is humiliating, but also kind of nice.
The real problem starts when he decides the cramps are his personal enemy.
At one point he has his hand on your lower stomach, glaring like he can intimidate biology into backing off.
“Martin.”
“Mm?”
“You cannot fight my uterus.”
He narrows his eyes. “Watch me.”
You laugh so hard it actually helps, and he brightens immediately, like that was the goal all along.
By the end of the day, you’re bundled up against him, half-asleep while he rambles about random things just to keep you distracted. His voice fills the room, warm and familiar, and every now and then he presses a kiss to your forehead like punctuation.
“Better?” he murmurs.
“A little.”
“A little is enough. We’ll keep going.”
And somehow, with Martin’s ridiculous survival nest and his even more ridiculous determination, you believe him.
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James
James notices before you even say anything.
It’s in the way you curl into yourself on the couch, remote hanging loosely from your hand, expression pinched in that quiet way you get when you’re trying not to complain.
He sets down his drink and comes over without a word. “Bad cramps?”
You look up at him and sigh. “That obvious?”
“To me? Yeah.”
There’s no panic with James. No dramatic reaction. Just calm, immediate understanding.
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Stay here.”
You expect him to come back with the heating pad and maybe some water.
You do not expect him to reappear twenty minutes later with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, a little tray of snacks, your favorite drink, and the exact type of sweet dessert you once mentioned craving on your period three months ago.
You stare. “Were you planning for this?”
James sits beside you, all soft limbs and quiet warmth. “I’m dating you. Of course I was planning for this.”
Then, after a pause: “Also, I know your cycle better than you do at this point.”
You squint at him. “That’s a little scary.”
He smiles, small and smug. “Only a little?”
It’s impossible not to melt a little when James takes care of you. He does it in this gentle, unhurried way that makes the whole apartment feel quieter. Softer. He tucks you into his side, fixes the blanket over your legs, and rubs slow circles into your back while the movie plays.
When a cramp hits particularly bad, your face twists before you can hide it.
James mutes the TV instantly. “How bad?”
“Like… my organs are betraying me.”
He hums sympathetically and places the heating pad against your stomach. “That’s rude of them.”
“Extremely.”
He stays like that for a while, one hand resting over yours on the heating pad, the other tracing lazy shapes on your arm. You’re so used to him being quietly affectionate that it barely registers how intimate this is until you notice he hasn’t looked at his phone once.
“You don’t have to babysit me,” you mumble.
“I know.” He glances down at you. “I want to.”
And then, because he apparently can’t let a sweet moment stand without ruining you emotionally, he adds in the calmest voice possible, “If necessary, I’m prepared to square up against your uterus too.”
You choke on a laugh. “You too?”
“I’d win,” he says, dead serious.
“You’re insane.”
“No,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, “I’m prepared.”
The rest of the evening passes in a blur of quiet jokes, warm food, and James kissing your knuckles whenever you get grumpy. He doesn’t fuss too much, doesn’t overwhelm you. He just stays close, steady as ever, until the pain dulls and your eyes start slipping shut.
Right before you fall asleep against his shoulder, you hear him murmur, “You’re doing well, baby.”
And somehow that nearly makes you cry harder than the cramps did.
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Juhoon
Juhoon reacts to your period the way Juhoon reacts to everything important:
with food.
The second you mention cramps, he whips around from the kitchen like he’s been activated by a secret code.
“What do you want to eat?”
You blink. “Hello to you too.”
He ignores that completely. “Sweet? Salty? Warm? Spicy? Soup? Noodles? Rice? Bread? All of the above?”
You stare at him, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito of suffering. “I just said I was in pain.”
“And I just said what do you want to eat,” he replies, as if this is obvious.
That is how you end up with Juhoon hovering over you for the next several hours like a very affectionate meal-delivery app.
He makes ramen first because it’s comforting and easy. Then he brings fruit “for balance.” Then crackers “in case your stomach’s weird.” Then chocolate “for morale.” Then tea because “you looked sleepy.” Every time you finish one thing, he appears with another.
At some point you squint up at him. “Are you trying to feed me into another dimension?”
“Yes,” he says. “A better one. Without cramps.”
You laugh despite yourself, then immediately wince.
Juhoon’s expression drops. “Was that from laughing? Don’t laugh. I mean—laugh if you want to, but not if it hurts. Wait, no, I want you to laugh. Just… gently.”
You hold your stomach, still smiling. “You’re spiraling.”
“I’m not spiraling.” He hands you the heating pad. “I’m being a supportive boyfriend.”
“A supportive boyfriend with noodle-related tunnel vision.”
“That too.”
The cutest part is that he can never quite sit still when you’re not feeling well. He’ll fuss with your blanket, fluff your pillow, ask if you’re too warm, ask if you’re too cold, ask if your cramps are better, then immediately ask if you’re hungry again.
You finally grab his wrist before he can get up for the fifth time in ten minutes.
“Stay.”
He looks startled. “But your tea—”
“Can survive.”
“The crackers—”
“Will be okay.”
He hesitates, then carefully settles beside you. The bed dips, warm and familiar. You lean into him instantly, your head on his shoulder, and he goes still for a second before relaxing.
“Oh,” he says softly.
“Yeah,” you mumble. “I mostly just want you here.”
That shuts him up for a whole thirty seconds, which is practically a world record.
Then his arm comes around you, strong and careful, and he presses his cheek to the top of your head. “You could’ve just said that first.”
“You were in your provider era.”
“I’m still in my provider era.”
A beat.
“Do you want dumplings later?”
You snort into his shirt. “Juhoon.”
“What? This is romance.”
And honestly? Somehow, in his case, it is.
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Seonghyeon
Seonghyeon treats your period like the universe has assigned him two tasks:
1. make you comfortable
2. distract you from the pain by any means necessary
The first part he handles beautifully.
The second part becomes a little questionable.
It starts well enough. He gets the lights dimmed, puts on your comfort show, brings you a blanket, and settles you on the couch with a heating pad and a drink. His hand is warm where it rubs up and down your arm, and he kisses the side of your head with absent affection.
“Comfy?”
“Mhm.”
“Need anything?”
“A new uterus.”
He sighs. “I’ll see what I can do.”
You don’t think anything of it until ten minutes later, when you hear typing from the other end of the couch.
“What are you doing?”
“Composing.”
You slowly turn your head. “Composing what?”
He looks up, completely sincere. “A diss track for your cramps.”
You stare at him.
He stares back.
Then he adds, “Working title: ‘Uterus, Count Your Days.’”
You laugh so suddenly it hurts, which is unfortunately very on-brand for him.
“Seonghyeon—”
“No, listen, I think this has potential.”
“It absolutely does not.”
“It absolutely does,” he says, already tapping out a beat on his thigh. “I can make it therapeutic.”
And because he’s him, he actually commits to it.
Within fifteen minutes, he’s performing the first verse to you in the living room, complete with deeply disrespectful hand gestures aimed at your lower abdomen. The song is terrible. It is genuinely one of the dumbest things you have ever heard.
It also works.
You’re laughing too hard to focus on how miserable you felt an hour ago, and Seonghyeon beams like he’s won an award.
“See? Genius.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“You’re in love with me.”
You pull the blanket higher to hide your smile. “Debatable.”
“Liar.”
But once the jokes settle down, he softens again. He curls up beside you, lets you tuck your cold feet under his leg, and absentmindedly massages your stomach whenever you get quiet. When a rough cramp hits, he pauses the show and just holds you there, forehead pressed to your temple.
“You don’t have to act okay around me, you know,” he murmurs.
Your throat tightens a little. “I know.”
“Good.”
Then, because he cannot help himself: “But if your uterus starts acting cocky again, track two is coming.”
You laugh into his shoulder. “Track two?”
He nods gravely. “Featuring anti-cramp ad-libs.”
You’re pretty sure no one else in the world could make period pain feel this weirdly cozy.
But with Seonghyeon, even your suffering gets a soundtrack.
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Keonho
Keonho takes approximately three seconds to go from normal boyfriend to overachieving caretaker with too much enthusiasm.
The second he realizes you’re on your period, he crouches in front of you with a look of absolute concern.
“Be honest,” he says. “How bad is it from one to ten?”
“Like a seven?”
His eyes widen. “Seven is criminal.”
Then he gets up and immediately starts moving around the apartment at alarming speed.
You hear drawers opening. A cupboard slamming. The microwave beeping. Somewhere in the distance, his dog starts yapping like it’s part of the emergency response team.
“Keonho,” you call weakly, “you don’t have to—”
“I do,” he calls back. “This is boyfriend law.”
He returns with a heating pad, fries, water, medicine, and a stuffed animal you’re pretty sure he stole from your side of the bed. His dog trots after him and hops onto the couch like it, too, has been assigned bedside duty.
You look at the fries. “Why fries?”
He looks offended. “Why not fries?”
“Fair.”
“I also have ice cream,” he says proudly. “Salted caramel.”
You narrow your eyes. “That sounds suspiciously like your favorite.”
He gasps. “Wow. In my moment of generosity.”
“You bought yourself comfort snacks and decided to share.”
“That,” he says, sitting beside you, “is still care.”
Honestly, it kind of is.
Keonho is sweet in a way that feels bright. He’s all instinctive affection—pulling you against his chest, fixing the blanket every two minutes, kissing your forehead like he gets points for it. He complains on your behalf too, muttering things like “this is so unfair” and “you should be exempt from all responsibilities forever” while rubbing your back.
At one point he looks down at you and goes, “If I had your pain right now, I’d be so dramatic.”
You glance up. “You’re being dramatic and it’s not even your pain.”
He thinks about this. “That’s true.”
Then his dog tries to climb directly onto your stomach.
“No, baby, not there—” you start, but Keonho scoops the dog up first.
“Absolutely not,” he tells the dog very seriously. “She’s injured.”
You laugh. “Injured?”
“Yes. Temporarily. Due to betrayal.”
“By my uterus?”
“Exactly.”
He settles the dog in your lap more carefully this time, then hands you a fry like this is sacred medicine. You take it, smiling despite yourself.
Later, when the apartment is quiet and your pain has dulled to something manageable, you end up half-sprawled over him, sleepy and warm. He keeps one arm around you and the other around his dog, looking absurdly pleased with himself.
“Feel better?” he whispers.
“Yeah.”
He grins and kisses your hair. “See? Fries, heating pad, and me. Elite combo.”
You close your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” he says, softer now. “But I’m your ridiculous.”
And really, with his bright warmth and chaotic tenderness, that’s kind of the best thing he could be.
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Which member should star in the next fic? My ask box is always open. 🍒
Author note: this is all jokes pls dont come for me 🥹 im sorry this is so rushed (also not proofread)
𖤓˚࿔ Genre: Headcanons, crack, crack, super crack
𖤓˚࿔ Warnings: Curse words
James ໒꒱⋆.˚
You've been living life in peace until one day this random car shows up on your driveway one morning
Your street is narrow and always packed with cars, so parking is scarce, but in your driveway? Are we serious rn?
Maybe he's just stopping for a bit, so you brush it off cus whatever you weren't going out
It eventually leaves, and you thought that would be the end, but nope
Two days later, the same car shows up, and you caught the dude just in time as he is leaving
“You can’t park here” “My bad, just for today” Hmmmmm. Fine.
However, the car is still parked there, not moved after a day, and tonight you really need your car
He's staying at your neighbour’s house, who are equally annoying, so in desperation you go knocking at their door
James opens the door, but before any of you could say anything, you notice a beer in his hand.
“Can you move your car?” “Can’t” He waves the beer. “Let me move it then” “Hell no”
Martin ໒꒱⋆.˚
For pure shits and giggles, you and your friends decide to hit up the trampoline park on a random Tuesday
You guys are all jumping around, getting out of breath way too fast but having fun nonetheless
There is this basketball section with a hoop and everything. The only problem is a group of guys has raided the place before you
They are all way too loud and just flipping and flopping around
You and your friends patiently, at first at least, wait for a turn with the basketball
It's so obvious that they can see you guys waiting, but they just continue hogging the basketball, using both of them at once even though it is completely unnecessary
You take things into your own hands and grab a ball that Martin is chasing as it rolls away
From there, a not-so-one-sided beef starts between you two, where you both start bolting at the ball anytime any of you miss the net
After you guys are bored with basketball, you return to the trampolines
The long and wrong boy and his minions follow you and start double bouncing on whatever trampoline you are on
Juhoon ໒꒱⋆.˚
You decided to book a room at the library to lock in, but when you get there it's already taken up by someone
Juhoon is sitting there, back faced to the door, laptop open with a black screen
He isn't doing any work but scrolling on his phone one-handed while the other rests on his side
You try knocking, but of course, he's blaring loud music from his corded earphones
Without a choice, you just open the door and enter, but he doesn't notice
When you tap him on the shoulder, this makes him jump
“Motherfuc-” “sorry I booked this room” “i came here first” “did you book it?” “No”
His attention returns to his phone as he plugs the earphones back in, making you stand there in silence, like how did he make you the crazy one in this situation
You wave a hand in front of his face to get his attention again, but he's unfazed
As a last-ditch effort, you call over library staff, which finally gets him kicked out
He gathers his stuff as slow as possible, which is only his laptop btw, making you, once again, stand there in silence
When he finally finishes, he walks out, eyes glued to the screen and doesn’t say anything to you
Seonghyeon ໒꒱⋆.˚
You and your friends go eat at a sushi train restaurant, the same restaurant that Seonghyeon and his friends decide to eat at on the same day.
You’ve gobbled up about 3 plates of the same sushi because everything else just looks a little stale
You can see in the distance the last plate of the sushi you want
Your eyes are pinned on the plate, determined not to miss it like the last time
But before it reaches you, a pesky hand grabs it; Seonghyeon unknowingly took it
Alright. No biggie.
The second best thing, salmon nigiri. Thankfully, one plate is coming towards you
BUT AGAIN this same dude grabs the plate before you, blissfully talking to his friends while you stare in disbelief. The audacity in this man.
ALRIGHT. NO BIGGIE. Third best thing. Classic tuna with avocado.
You wait the gruelling 3 minutes for the conveyor belt to travel around.
You see it. You can see he is also going to go for it. Is he doing this on purpose cus if he is fuck him and fuck him too
Keonho ໒꒱⋆.˚
On the afternoon after he gets his Ps (P plate), he immediately hops in his mum’s car, a BMW that is definitely not legal for P-platers to drive
He obnoxiously revs the engine and makes the car's exhaust pop so loud that it echoes throughout the neighbourhood
He does this very frequently at night, blasting music so loudly that “you can hear it from the outside”
You, as his neighbour, can’t take it anymore, so one day you tell him off
“Bruh, you're no fun” “Well, you’re being annoying”
Obviously he doesn’t listen to you because why would he want to do that? Both of yous know that you ain't a snitch
You so happen to go to the same school as him and keep overhearing his ass bragging to his friends about his cool whip
One night, he invites a friend to hop on the late-night joyride
He speeds recklessly (dont do this kids) up and down the straight of your street and just being a menance like SHUT UPPPP
Synopsis : Cortis members as your boyfriend reacting to not being your cortis bias!!
Pairing : ot5 cortis x fem!reader
Warnings : none!!
Notes : I missed my cortis ot5 series so much and now that my work is over I will do my best to write more and try to finish ongoing works I have, there are a lot of things I’m working and I’m excited to post them soon, hope you enjoy!! (If u have any suggestions for future ideas don’t be afraid to send me an ask!)
hi im actually a lurker and i genuinely really like your rants😭😭 although i dont interact since im shy. i genuinely want to get this off my chest and i figured u might relate to this. im sorry if this discomforts you, please just ignore!!!
i don’t know why but i really struggle making online friends. especially if its with a group of others too. this constantly changes but most of the time, the gc starts off very loud. of course i love how active it is, and i try to participate in the conversations also.
but after awhile, i feel so??? lost in my own thoughts that i would ruin something good just to feel something or somewhat for a bit😞😞
and besides feeling like this, i dont feel the same connection with others like i do with my initial friend. i genuinely think that nobody really gaf about me💔💔 like hello what potential do u see in me to add me into ur friends gc. just fucking burn me alive already
hi is this a universal problem right now that WE are all going through?? my friend said something very similar (unless you are them….heh)
but tysm🥹 you are always welcome to b here and i appreciate that you came to talk to me about it T_T and no!!!!!!! dw ir does NAWT. bother me at. all.
to be honest i don’t really have any much life changing advices which is rlly bad and i try to sfay positive ab it but it still happens to me. AND IF IM SO BEINF FOR REAL. i struggle with this a lot TILL THIS DAY. and it hurts so much that i contemplate about tje choices i make. it hasn’t gotten better for me but maybe it willfor you🥹🥹💗💗 much love
honestly if i were you, id focus on my bond with the og friend because that’s what matters the most. maybe try to talk more to ur friends and if they dont give off the reaction you want, its better to stop for your own wellbeing bcz i feel like if i were u, id look desperate and shit (I ALREADY DO)
totally get the feeling of running something so good js to feel something. i relate to this so much because i feel like in every problem i have w my friends, i would over analyze it, which is bad. my advice is just take a step backwards and have some space to reevaluate ur feelings, because if u dont, it would be js toxic altogether😢
its not rlly that good as an advice, im sorry if you don’t find this helpful but just know that whoever you are, i love you so so so much and that you don’t deserve to be treated like that. there will be better days to come and better people out there for you. WE GOT THIS😞😞😞🫰🫰🫰🌹🌹🌹🌹
there is always a positive side to every problem and it doesn’t mean it will ruin yourself (cope on this one) because wdym i just got accepted to my schools musical drama🥹🥹💗💗
bf!martin who never lets you carry everything by yourself. if your hands are full, he’s already reaching over without saying anything, taking the heavier bag and pretending it was no big deal. if you complain, he’ll just smile and tell you he’s stronger anyway, so it makes more sense.
bf!martin who remembers the smallest details from conversations you had weeks ago. you mention wanting to try a certain café, a snack you saw online, or a movie coming out next month and, somehow he brings it up before you even remember saying it. he pays attention because hearing you talk is one of his favorite things.
bf!martin who has a habit of fixing little things for you. your hoodie string disappears into the hood? he pulls it back through. your necklace clasp keeps twisting? be turns it around. your phone battery is almost dead? he already has a charger with him.
bf!martin who makes sure you get home safely every single time. he waits until you text him that you made it inside before anything else. if you forget, your phone lights up with a “you home?” text. he cannot fully relax until he knows you’re home safe.
bf!martin who gets genuinely excited whenever you support something important to him. if you watch something he worked hard on, he’s asking what your favorite part is without anything else. your opinion means a lot to him, and knowing you’re cheering him on gives him the biggest smile ever.
JAMES
bf!james who keeps random little things that remind him of you. it could be a receipt from a place you went together, a photo you took that he really liked, or a tiny note you left behind. he isn’t sentimental in the obvious ways, but he has a tendency of holding onto moments like these because it means a lot to him.
bf!james who always checks if you’re comfortable before making plans. he’ll ask if you’re tired, if you’ve eaten, if you actually want to go out or you’d rather stay in. he wants spending time together to feel easy, not like something you have to force yourself into.
bf!james who sends random things that make him think of you without needing a reason. a random video, a song he found, a picture of something funny he saw while he was out. sometimes the message is only a few words, but it’s his way of saying you crossed his mind.
bf!james who tried to learn the things you care about, even if they aren’t things he doesn’t normally pay attention to. if you’re excited about something, he wants to understand why. he’ll ask questions, remember details, and bring it up later because loves seeing you get passionate about things.
bf!james who is the type to celebrate your small wins seriously. you finished something you were stressed about? he’s proud of you. you did something you were nervous about? he’d tell you that you handled it well. he never makes you feel like your achievements are “too small” to notice.
JUHOON
bf!juhoon who never missed an opportunity to reach for your hand. crossing the street, standing in line, walking through a crowd — it almost comes naturally to him. sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until his fingers are already intertwined with yours.
bf!juhoon who finds every excuse to keep you close for another minute. if you’re about to leave, he’ll ask one more question, tell you one more story, or pull you back over because he remembered he “forgot” to tell you something. deep down, he just hates ending your time together.
bf!juhoon who looks at you first whenever something good happens. if he hears exciting news, wins something, or has a funny story to tell, you’re the person he searches for without thinking. sharing every happy moment with oh becomes second nature.
bf!juhoon who adores hearing your voice, even if you’re talking about the most ordinary part of your day. you could ramble about school, something your friend said, or what you had for lunch, and he’s listening with the biggest smile.
bf!juhoon who has this habit of brushing his thumb across your hand whenever you’re together. it’s such a small gesture that most people wouldn’t notice, yet it’s his silent reminder that you’re right there with him.
SEONGHYEON
bf!seonghyeon who falls asleep easier whenever he knows you’re okay. if you text him that you made it home, finished what you needed to do, or finally got into bed after a long day, he feels completely at ease. it’s the last thing he wants to know before ending his own day.
bf!seonghyeon who always notices when you’re staring at something for more than a few seconds. whether it’s a book, a dessert in a bakery window, or something in a shop, he catches it every time. weeks later, it somehow ends up in your hands because he remembered.
bf!seonghyeon who slows his pace to match yours. whether you’re wandering around a bookstore, shopping, or simply taking the long way home, he never rushes ahead. he enjoys the extra time together more than getting anywhere quickly.
bf!seonghyeon who makes space for you without saying a word. if you walk into a room, he’s already shifting over so you can sit beside him, opening the door before you reach it, or moving your chair a little closer. it’s become second nature, and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
bf!seonghyeon who has an amazing memory when it comes to your routines. he knows what time you’re usually finished with school, when you’re probably studying, and when you’re most likely asleep, so he never expects instant replies.
KEONHO
bf!keonho who keeps track of the little things you mention wanting to do together. one day he’ll randomly text, “we still haven’t done that,” because he actually remembers every plan the two of you made, even the ones you brought up months ago.
bf!keonho who lets you borrow his clothes without expecting them back anytime soon. weeks later, he’ll see you wearing one of his hoodies and grin because it somehow looks better on you. if you accidentally keep it forever, he isn’t complaining.
bf!keonho who asks for your opinion on things that actually matter to him. new haircut, clothes, a project he’s working on, even small decisions. he trusts your judgment, so hearing what you think genuinely helps him decide.
bf!keonho who never lets your birthday, anniversaries, or important dates become last-minute plans. he’ll have everything sorted well before you even start wondering if he’s remembered. he’s the type who enjoys planning because he wants the day to feel special from beginning to end.
bf!keonho who naturally includes you in conversations with other people. if someone asks him about his weekend, he’ll mention the museum you went to together or the restaurant you tried.
pensieri this is a lot guys i’m sorry 😭 but updates will be a bit slower since i’m traveling, this is kind of me making up for it 🫰
caller information .. enemy!seonghyeon x f!reader fluff angst if you squint cursing mentions of alcohol & smoking not proofread 👌 basically based off the album icon by brent faiyaz
plot .. you and seonghyeon were enemies in school. you didn't give a single fuck about him and he didn't give a single fuck about you. but when a new student comes into the picture, someone that looks to be your type, he changes. he becomes less pushy and stops teasing you, rather he's nicer and trying to get your attention that way. and suddenly, you're confused on what to do. does he like you, or is he just playing with your feelings?
🫧 : this is my first writing in so long 😭
seonghyeon and you didn't like each other. at all. ever since you two met in middle school, you two would only bicker. teachers even had to separate your classes up because all they would hear is squabbling during lessons. yet, that didn't stop you two. "yn, shut up! you're such a loud talker!" he'd say, looking at you. "well i don't care!" you'd say back, sticking your tongue out.
you never got a fresh breath of air around him, always being super prepared to fight him. he was honestly an annoying fly you would always try to swat away, yet he'd always come back. your families even tried to keep you two apart, but it wouldn't work. you two would always find a way to bicker, a way to interact, a way to fight.
years passed and you two still continued to fight and bicker. "yn, give me my phone!" seonghyeon said, chasing you across the campus. "nope! give me my waterbottle back!" you yelled, making the brown-haired boy stop and pant, holding his chest. "fuck," he said, breathing in, "whatever, here." he passed it to you and you gave him his phone back. "thanks, loser," you said, starting to walk away. he raised his eyebrow and suddenly grabbed your bag from behind.
"ah, what did you say to me?" he said, raising eyebrows. "i said thanks, loser." he scoffed and was about to start something with you, but his best friend came over. "hi, yn," martin said, smiling and waving. "hi, martin," you said back. seonghyeon looked at you two and rolled his eyes, "whatever. we'll deal with this later, fucker." you gasped and raised a hand at him as your friends came over. ian and stella looked at you and back at seonghyeon and laughed.
"you two are still going at it?" ian asked, trying to contain her giggle. "yeah, 'cause he still wants to play around." you said, a tone a tad bit condescending. "it's kind of funny," stella remarked as she took a bite of her snack, "you and him. i'm surprised he still hates you." you looked at stella, a intimidating look in your eyes. she looked at you and immediately looked away, "my bad." "stel', they don't hate each other, they love each other, right, yn?" ian says, teasing you. "fuck no." you said, staring at her then seonghyeon angrily as he teased you from across the room.
at the school festival, you were setting up the stand when seonghyeon decided to come over and tease you, grabbing the poster. "ah, what's this?" he says, grabbing it and looking at it. "give it back, seonghyeon!" you yelling, trying to grab it. "nope," he says, suddenly running. "what the fuck!" you scream, chasing after him. he laughed as you tripped and fell, saying "damn, falling for me too?" you looked at him and was about to get up when a guy came you, one you didn't know.
"are you okay?" he asked, putting a hand out to help you. you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. "thank you," you said to the mysterious man. "no problem, but, uh, is everything okay?" he asked, looking at you. "yeah, just messing around with someone," you said, noticing his shirt with no name tag, "um, do you go here?" he looked at his shirt and goes awkward, "ah, yeah, i do, i just haven't gotten my tag yet. i'm keonho, ahn keonho." he smiled and put a hand out for you, "and you?" you smiled softly, "yn."
seonghyeon watched as the two of you talked and suddenly shoved the flyer back into your hands. "here," he said, going over to his friends. you looked back at him, confused. he looked pretty irritated. not pretty, really irritated. keonho suddenly spoke again, snapping you out of thought, "ah, is that your friend?" you look at him funny and shake your head, "no, he's just.. someone." keonho smiles and asks if it is a crush. "gosh, no!" you say, laughing at him, "just an annoying guy i know." he nods and was about to open his mouth when ian comes.
"yn, did you get my te- who is this?" she said, pausing and looking up and down keonho. "uh, this is keonho, and keonho, this is ian," you said, awkwardly looking at both of them. "nice to meet you, are you new here?" the black haired girl asked the boy. "mhm, i am," he replied, smiling at her. the two spoke and went to the stand and you smiled, seeing them bond. you suddenly looked at the flyer at your hand and remembered seonghyeon and decided to mess with him. you went to where he was and grabbed his bag from behind, making him stumble in front of his friends, martin and james.
"what the fu- oh, yn," he said, falling backwards and looking at you with a blank expression. "just wanted to mess with you," you said, before walking away. he scoffed and yelled "fuck you!" you turned around and stuck your tongue out at him and he was about to go to you, but remembered about your interaction with keonho and shaked his head. "never-fucking-mind," he mumbled under his breath before walking back to his friends and continuing the conversation.
days pass and when your phone (which had died in your sleep) hadn't woken you up to get ready, you rushed your routine and ran to the bus stop, your makeup barely finished. as you go there, the bus was beginning to drive away and you chased after it. "wait! sir!" you screamed outside the bus, trying to get the attention of the people on it. you noticed keonho inside and yelled his name, hoping that he'd hear. but, nonetheless, he didn't.
seonghyeon turned his head to his window and noticed, suddenly telling the bus driver to stop and let you on. he paused, looking at the boy in the beanie confused, before opening it. you raced on the bus, scanned your card, and looked for an open seat, holding your chest out of breath. seonghyeon suddenly pulled his bag off his chair, saying he has a seat, but keonho looked up from his phone, waved at you, and patted the open seat next to him. so, you ignored seonghyeon, going to keonho. he looked back at the two of you chatting away, a look of slight sadness on his face. he sighed and put his airpods in, waiting to get to campus.
at school, you sat down at your seat and waited for class to begin. you saw stella and ian and as they were about to sit with you, seonghyeon moved in the seat next to you. he never does. and i mean never. you looked at him super confused. "seonghyeon? move out the seat, it's for stella." you said, annoyed and shoving him slightly. "chill out," he mumbled, "there's no seats in the back." you looked behind you and saw plenty, "there is, now get out the seat and let stella sit." he looked at you, no change in his eyes.
"i'd rather sit here, now shush, i'm studying." you looked at him and tried shoving him but it didn't work, so you gave up. you locked eyes with stella and apologized and she looks at seonghyeon and raises her eyebrows before sitting down with ian behind you two. you looked at seonghyeon and was visibly upset with him. just as you were about to fight with him, he gave you your favorite snack. "chill out, loser," he mumbled, still looking at his paper. "what...?" you stared at his calm demeanor and looked at your friends confusedly. the blonde chuckled slightly as the black haired girl was holding in her laugh. "not funny," you whispered at them. seonghyeon was being weird. and not the normal weird he usually was.
in class, notes were going too fast and you couldn't catch up. you tried, but the teacher kept speeding up. after she said to write down everything she said, you sighed and slumped in your seat before feeling a notebook against your cheek. "here," seonghyeon said, looking at you. "i don't need it from you, asshole," you mumbled against the desk. "either take it or fail," he spoke again, shoving it at you again. "fine," you said, sitting up and ready his notes. despite his annoying, weird actions, his notes were neat and clean. you wrote down everything and thanked him as he nodded. "mhm, whatever," he said, packing up his bag, dipping right as the bell rang.
there was a party later that night, at martin's place, and your friends dragged you to it. you weren't the type to go to parties, despite your chaotic nature. as you, ian, and stella walked it, it reeked of weed and smoke. "yuck, it smells horrible," you mumbled to stella. "yah, yn, it's not that bad, come on!" she said, going to greet everyone. you saw seonghyeon sitting alone and was confused where his friends were before he looked up and saw you. he started making he way towards you when stella and ian dragged you to the alcohol. you were always a bit iffy about alcohol since childhood, but of course, you never admitted it since you didn't wanna be a wuss.
as you were given it, seonghyeon comes in from behind you, puts his hand on your shoulder and takes the shot for you. you looked at him next to you and he looked at your friends, who were equally confused. "seonghyeon, you took her shot!" stella said, frowning. he raised an eyebrow and smirked while scoffing, "whatever, she doesn't drink anyway." you looked at him surprised at how he knew that, since you all you guys did was bicker. "wait, shit, you don't?" ian said, mouth dropped. you looks awkwardly at the two girls before opening your mouth, "um, not really." seonghyeon raised an eyebrow at them before smirking and leaving.
after the brown haired boy left, stella's mouth fell to the floor, "has he ever done that for anyone?" ian started laughing and makes a joke that he likes you, causing you to immediately deny. "he just likes to drink, i swear, but i don't remember mentioning to him i don't drink a lot," you say, looking behind your shoulder to see him downing a beer with martin and juhoon. the blonde noticed and poked him and seonghyeon immediately turned around to see you looking at him. he looked away quick and hit martin in the arm. "hyung, don't embarrass me," he said, whispering to him. martin shrugged playfully and said keonho isn't here to take my attention. his face lit up as he asked 'really?'.
juhoon nodded, adding that he asked keonho to come, as the two were friends while seonghyeon hated him, but he was busy with swimming training and wouldn't be able to come. seonghyeon got excited as he turned around again and looked at you, back turned from him again. martin put his arm around seonghyeon and brung him to you and your friends, as juhoon followed from behind. they came over and began pouring shots into the glasses, giving each of you one. seonghyeon shoved martin's arm off and sat next to you on counter, noticing you being a bit antsy holding the shot glass.
"you okay? i can take it for you," he blurted out, looking at you. you looked back at him and shook your head, "it's fine, it's just a shot." he scoffed and downed his shot before grabbing yours. "um are you sure, you've been drinking a lot," you replied, looking back at him. he smirked snd nodded, downing it quickly, adam's apple bopping up and down. you looked at him a little too long. 'why does he look so good like that...' you had to admit, other than being your enemy who you despised, he was a really good looking guy and you couldn't deny that you may have thought about him kissing you before, although you would try to. he looked to the side as he drunk it and saw you, smirking again. "why were you staring?" he said, putting the glass down. "i-i wasn't," you said, looking away. "no worries, pretty," he said, smiling as he stood up from the counter, "you know how to swim?" you blinked, staring at him. "um, yeah, why?" he picked you up and brought you there, the others and bystanders at the party watching you two. "yah, yah, no!" you yelled, trying to get out his grip, almost falling and hitting people.
"relax, i wasn't gonna drop you in there," he said, bringing you to the beach chairs. you blinked once again as he sat you down and sat across from you. "don't do that, loser," you said, slapping his arm. he grabbed his arm and laughed, "i just wanted to get a reaction out of you." "don't piss me off." he smiled as he stared at you. you suddenly felt your phone buzz and see a text from keonho; "hey you're not gonna believe what i heard from james." you looked at your phone befor replying "call me ill go outside the party." you suddenly got up and seonghyeon got up after. "what's wrong?" he said, looking at you. "i gotta call someone, i'll be back in like 10 minutes, is there a room where it's quiet in the house?" you said, looking at him. "um, yeah, i'll bring you," he said, grabbing your hand as he brought you back inside and uo the stairs. he brought you to a room and apologized for the bags in there before leaving.
you were confused by seonghyeon being so kind to you, i mean, he was so mean to you before, so what changed? you shook your head before answering keonho's call. "what's up?" you said, worriedly. "okay, so, i was washing up and cleaning my shit up when james came in and asked if you and i were dating," he stifled a laugh as he said that. "no fucking way, seriously!" you said, immediately laughing. "yeah, but then, after i said we weren't, he was like 'blah, blah, blah, someone likes her." your mouth dropped. you were surprised to hear that someone liked you. "did he say who?" you asked, mouth still dropped. he paused before speaking, "you can't get mad when you hear who it is." you breathed in, saying yes, thinking it was some random ex talking stage you had, but what you were not prepared to hear was it was someone you knew very well. "it's seonghyeon."
you went quiet as you held your phone and stared at the bag next to you, looking closely. it was seonghyeon's. you were in his room, well presumably his room to stay the night, but you mumbled fuck. "you're not playing with me, right?" you said softly. "yn, i don't joke about shit like this, he was telling me that seonghyeon thought we were dating and was hella jealous," he replied, holding in a laugh, "but do you like him?" you paused at the question. did you? you always found him attractive, although he was a dickhead, he was pretty fine. "honestly? um... i find him cute or something like that, i guess..." you said, trying to figure out an answer. "so you kind of do?" he asked, not in a jealous way, just a curious way.
"yeah, i guess," you looked at the bag again next to you. you saw his hoodie, the one he loved wearing, though he never said it. you picked up on the keychains that it was a subtle brent faiyaz album cover, barely even knowing the artist. you even noticed his laptop had stupid stickers he used to put on your shit. maybe you did like him. "i'll tell you everything else tomorrow, the bus is about to come," he said, grabbing his stuff. "yeah, i'll talk to you later, keonho, be safe," you replied, ending the call and getting up from the bed. you looked back at the belongings and unlocked the door, opening the door to see seonghyeon sitting outside, on his phone in his stupid redbull shirt. "everything okay?" he said, getting up quickly and dusting himself off.
you looked at him and nodded, "yeah, it's fine now." he nodded and checked the time. "it's almost 11, yn, let me walk you home," he said, going into the room and grabbing his hoodie. "are you sure, you drank so much, i can walk home," you said, staring at him. he scoffed and poked your arm, "my tolerance is high, don't worry, i don't get drunk from 3 shots and a beer." you looked at him again and sighed, "fine, let me just say bye to ian and stel." he nodded and as you both came down the stairs, you see them with the other boys and laugh. "aw, they're getting along," you said, smiling and waving to them as they wave back.
the walk to your house was pretty awkward, since the news was still fresh in your mind. "who called you?" he says, putting the hoodie over his shoulder. you turned your gaze towards him and looked at his features before speaking, "oh, just keonho." seonghyeon's expression changed and he got a bit awkward and quiet, "oh, keonho? why?" you looked forward and mumbled, "he just had to tell me something." "what was it?" he asked, looking at you now. "just swimming stuff." there was a long piece of silence before he opened his mouth. "are you dating him?" he asked, putting his hands in his jean pockets. you suddenly froze, hearing his voice cracking softly as he asked.
"me and keonho? god no, me and him are just really close," you said. seonghyeon swore he felt his heart stop tensing up, until you asked why. "oh, i just thought you two were," he said, turning the corner with you. "we aren't, me and him are like siblings." he nodded and kept walking, until he turned around and noticed that you were shivering. "are you cold?" he asked, taking the hoodie from his shoulder and putting it on your arm. "are you sure? isn't this like your favorite one?" you asked, staring at him. "mhm, but you're cold, put it on," he said, looking and grabbing your hand to pull you to the convenience store chair. he helps sit you down and helps you put the hoodie on, squatting in front of you and helping. "there, warm now?" he asked, close to your face.
you felt your face burn up, i mean, you two were both "enemies," right? but maybe just two people who like each other and won't say the word. he started to do the triangle method and you looked away shy as he smiled. "let's go?" he mumbled, grabbing your hand and guiding you home. as you began to arrive, you thanked him. he nodded, "it's the least i could do, yn... hey, um, by the way, i'm sorry for everything i've done to you, yn." you stared at the boy in the beanie. in the almost 6 years you've known him, he's never apologized for anything. not even mixing up your paper. maybe what keonho said was true.
"oh, um, i'm sorry too, seonghyeon," you said back, making him smile and say it's alright. you checked the clock, 10:27pm. "it's late now, i should head to sleep." you said, looking at him. his face became a bit sad as he nodded, "yeah, you should, just text me, yeah?" you nodded but just as you were about to go on the porch, you ran back to seonghyeon and hugged him. "thank you, again," you said, hugging him even more. he felt his heart thumping hard against his chest as he hugged you back, "of course, yn, get sleep, yeah?" you looked at him and suddenly, you were on your tippy toes and kissing his cheek as you ran into the house. he touched his cheek, expecting someone to tell him it's fake, but he looked around and got shy. "fuck," he mumbled to himself, walking back to martin's place, "that damn girl, shit."
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the next morning, you fixed up your hair and wore his hoodie he told you to wear, along with your flared jeans. you were packing your stuff quickly until your older sister said there's a boy for you, raising an eyebrow at you since she's confused. you see seonghyeon waiting on the pole, wired headphones in while on his phone through the window and nodded. you grabbed your bag, put your shoes on quickly, and said bye to her, going over to him. you shove him and he looks at you, smirking. "wearing it, huh?" he said, putting an arm on your shoulder. "you literally told me to." he scoffed and started walking, "whatever."
as the both of you arrived to class, people stared at you in his hoodie and were saying "aren't they enemies?" "why is she wearing his hoodie?" "are they dating?" he looked at you and asked if you were good. "mhm, i'm gonna go to stel and ian now, i'll see you around," you said, leaving his arm until he grabbed you. "i wanna sit with you, leave the seat open," he said, loosening his grip and going to martin. you nodded and went to the two girls at the desks in the back, who were staring and equally shocked as everyone else. "um, what's up?" you said, staring at the two. "what the hell is going on with you and seonghyeon?" ian said, eyebrow raised. "nothing, he just walked me home yesterday and to school today," you said, staring at her. "suspicious, give me the phone," stella said, putting her hand out. "stel, no," you said, hiding your phone until ian grabbed it from behind your back and punched in the code, only to see the texts between you and seonghyeon. "HE SENT YOU A PICTURE?" ian said loudly, making you immediately cover her mouth.
"ian, shush! he might come in soon," you said, snatching your phone. "he called you pretty, girl, i think the boy likes you," stella said, laughing. "he doesn't, i swear, he's just being nice, he probably made a bet with the boy," you said, playing with the hoodie sleeves. the girls laughed and said it's obvious he likes you, but you shook your head. a few minutes of bickering passed and seonghyeon came in, with keonho and juhoon following after. ian told stella to move for keonho and she nodded, sitting next to juhoon after he sat. seonghyeon waited for you to move your bag and once you did, he sat down, looking at you. "hey, pretty," he said, looking at you and creating eye contact.
"quit calling me that," you said, side eyeing him. "you said you liked it." "did not." "whatever," the brown haired boy said, putting a straw in his mouth and chewed on it. you stared at him as he did it and couldn't lie; he looked pretty handsome. he caught you and smiled, "looking at me?" "n-no, i'm not," you said, looking away, pulling out your notes. you went to go in your bag for a pencil when seonghyeon put one on your desk. "here, use it," he said, pulling out his notes. "but-" "no buts." you sighed and began writing. around the end of class, he put his head on your shoulder after packing his stuff. "huh?" you said, looking at him. "i'm tired, let me sleep on you," he said in a sleepy tone. "seonghyeon, class is almost over," you replied, trying to pull him up. "don't call me that." you were taken back from what he said and stared at him.
"call you what?" "seonghyeon, don't call me that." he said, tone sleepy but serious. "then call you what?" you replied, questioning it. "sean. only sean," he said, still on your shoulder. "fine. sean, class is almost over," you said, making him get up. "ugh, you suck," he said, putting his head on his desk and staring at you. you rolled your eyes and started packing, making him laugh. suddenly, after you finished, he grabbed your hand, intertwining the fingers. "i'll walk you to next period," he said, looking at you. "we have the same class." he felt his ears burn up and he stammered saying my bad. "still a loser, eom," you said, getting up ss the bell rung. all of your friends saw you two holding hands and their mouths fell. keonho and ian burst out laughing, stella and juhoon mouths fell, and martin and james were surprised and talking about how he has game.
at lunch, you sat in the garden with your friends when keonho and seonghyeon came over and sat with you guys when the other three boys came over and started to troll. you sat on the bench and played with the stray cat that always was in that part of the school, ignoring everyone until seonghyeon came over. "oh, hey," you said, petting the kitten as she meowed. "so cute," he said, looking at you. "i know, she's adorable," you said, focused on the cat. "hey, are you free on saturday night?" he blurted out, looking at you. "yeah, why?" you said, looking at him back, still petting the kitten. "i... i have concert tickets, brent faiyaz. i saw that you listened to him too and i was supposed to go with juhoon but he's busy, so i have a spare ticket." you paused. brent faiyaz? your favorite? with your... enemy? not even enemy anymore... maybe friend? crush? something. "keonho likes brent more than me, maybe go with hi-" "i'm asking if you want to go, not keonho." you paused again. he only wants you to go. not keonho, not juhoon, just you. "um, i don't have an outfit?" "come over with some clothes, i'll help." you froze and looked at him again, "okay."
at his place, he helped you and noticed the top you wore looked uncomfortable, so he looked in his closet and found a shirt for you. "let me go check my sister's room, i'll be quick, she might have something." you nodded and waited on his bed, listening to the two of them speaking until you felt a buzz next to you and saw texts open with martin. you didn't wanna snoop but you accidentally read it.
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you stared at the texts. seonghyeon. the boy you've had beef with since sixth grade. had a crush on you. and now you accidentally know. you read it again and stared at the messages. fuck. what do you do? you know you like him back. even if you keep denying it. suddenly, seonghyeon came in and saw the phone next you, realizing he left it open and immediately grabbed it, putting it in his pocket. "uh, hey, um, here, my sister had this halter top and this like lace top," he said, praying you didn't read the messages. "oh, the lace is cute," you said, staring at it. "wear it, it should fit you, i'll leave the room so you're comfortable." he said, leaving and closing the door.
he immediately called martin and went to the guest bedroom. "martin, fuck, i left my phone open with her," he said, stressed out. "wait, really? shit, you better pray she didn't read it," martin said, also worried. "fuck, fuck, fuck... whatever, i'll update you later, she's knocking." he hung up the phone with martin and opened the door, only to see you in the lace top. "like it?" you said, looking at him. "i... you look great, yn." he said, looking at you again, "i'll get ready and then let's go?" he said, smiling softly. "mhm," you said, waiting for him to change. but the messages popped up over and over in your head. damn.
after he changed into black jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a beanie, he grabbed his keys and helped you into his car. on the ride there, you were vibing to the music until you noticed seonghyeon's hand and grabbed it. he looked at your hand and smiled. "cute," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. you smiled and took a picture of him unknowingly. as you arrived to the venue, he helped you out and held your hand as he brought you to the vip section. "you got vip?" you asked, grabbing his hand again. "yeah, better closer than further," he said, smiling, intertwining his fingers again. after security check, you went into the pit and waited for brent to perform. as the concert begun, seonghyeon sang every lyric while you watched in love. when other side started playing, you started recording, until seonghyeon hugged your waist from behind and sang the lyrics once again. you turned around to face him and he looked at you.
"yn," he said, making you face him, "i need to tell you this." you put your phone down and nodded. he took a deep breathe in. "yn, i don't know when or how it happened... but i like you. i really, really fuckin' like you. it stopped being about enemies a while ago for me, even before keonho transferred here. it's fine if you wanna reject me, we can just go back to being enemies or something-" you cut him off by pecking his lips and hugging him. "god, you're stupid, i didn't kiss your cheek for no reason, loser!" he felt his face burn suddenly and he got shy, "damn, i'm blind, huh?" you nodded and smiled as he leaned in again. "can i?" he said, about to kiss you. "i'd love if you did." he smiled and kissed you, making a friend group nearby cheer and woo you two, making him smile against your lips. "i love you, yn." "i love you too, sean."
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unknown number ... lmao writing this was so messy but im back 😭😭 stopped with the angst (for now) 👀
sypnosis :: IN WHICH, you receive a love note from one of the most popular boys in the school, Eom Seonghyeon. You begin an exchange diary with him, only to discover that the letter was meant for your best friend.
notes :: first time writing a fic, highschool! au, slow burn?, slight angst, written chap, inspired by 'our secret diary' (2023), very slow updates bc of school
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You and Hyein met back in middle school.
During that time, Hyein was considered to be one of the top students. She won journalism contests, dominated quiz bees, and achieved high grades in that year. To everyone else, she was that one student to look up to
Even now, she's seen as a perfect student—responsible, diligent, and dependable. She had even been elected as the secretary of the student council, adding it to her never-ending list of accomplishments.
But no one saw what happened that afternoon.
Near the staircase, Hyein was there sitting on one of the steps. Her head hung down low, muffling the quiet sniffles escaping from her lips.
She was crying.
You had only been passing by on your way to your classroom on the second floor. You hadn't meant to intrude.
But seeing Hyein—the school's model student—in such a vulnerable state. You couldn't just walk away and forget you ever saw her sitting there.
Luckily, you were carrying a bottle of apple juice. You had planned on drinking it yourself, but giving it to someone who clearly needed it more didn't seem like a loss.
Slowly approaching her, you say "Um... here.”
You held the bottle out toward her with both hands. "You look like you could use this.”
Startled, Hyein slowly looked up.
Her eyes were red and glossy, traces of tears still clinging to her cheeks. For a second, surprise flashed across her face—as if she hadn't expected anyone to come this way. Realizing she had been seen, she quickly wiped at her eyes, desperately trying to erase any evidence that she'd been crying. “Oh um, I don't need it...”
"Please," you said, gently pushing the bottle a little closer. "I insist.”
Silence settled between the two of you.
After a moment, Hyein carefully accepted the bottle.
"...What's your name?”
“Uhm, it's Yn, Yn Ln…”
"Thank you, Yn." Despite the redness around her eyes, she still managed to give a small, genuine smile. "You didn't have to do this.”
"N-No!" You waved your hands in embarrassment. "I mean... I wanted to.”
She stood up, brushing off her skirt before wiping away the last of her tears. "Sorry for making you see me like that, Yn.”
Walking past you, she heads to the direction you'd just come from. And after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.
Turning back with a small smile, she gave you a little wave. "See you."
"Y-Yeah..." You returned the wave, feeling your face warm. "See you too.”
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That small encounter should've ended there.
At least, that's what you thought.
But ever since that day, whenever you happen to see each other, she would greet you. It began with simple waves in the hallway, then brief chats before class, and eventually having lunch together whenever your schedule happened to line up with hers.
Years passed and before either of you could realize it, you had become each other's closest friend. Then Ian and Woojin appeared, which then formed the friend group you adore so much.
Now, you're walking beside her, heading to where you would wait for the bus. The letter, still engraved in your mind. You don't know what to think. You always don't.
"Hey Hyein.. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what is it?”
You turned towards her, and hesitated for a moment. “So, hypothetically.. if Seonghyeon confessed to you, how would you feel?”
“Huh, me? But didn't he give you a lett–”
“I-it’s just a hypothetical..!” interrupting her, your cheeks flushing.
“Uh huh..” Hyein narrowed her eyes suspiciously before letting out a small laugh, “Well.. hypothetically, I would reject him.”
“Really?” You blinked, surprised by her answer. “Why?”
“I mean, sure, he's good-looking,” Hyein admitted with a shrug. “But, the way he treats girls who confess to him is kind of off-putting.. He always seems so cold about it.”
“Ah.. I see.”
Both of you continued to walk in silence. The silence between the two of you wasn't awkward—it was normal for you. Yet even after returning home and closing the door to your room, your mind refused to settle down.
Hyein is your best friend, you couldn't just hate her because the letter that was placed under the desk, his desk, was meant for her.
No, you weren't that kind of person.
But it hurts. It hurts knowing you let yourself believe that there is actually something going on. Now, all you can think about is how embarrassing it was to be in that situation.
Should you continue responding to his letters? or should you just stop?
I don't know. It's always I don't know.
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Today's the day. You walk through the hallways towards the lockers. Nervous, that's what you felt.
You finally reached the row of lockers, took a quiet breath, and tried to steady your trembling hands. His locker was only a few steps away.
And just as you were about to walk over–
You suddenly froze.
There he was.
Seonghyeon stood a short distance away, pacing in front of the lockers. His brows were furrowed as he glanced around the area, as if he was searching for something or maybe someone?
Your heart nearly stopped.
Out of all the times he could be here, why did he have to be here now?
Then, he turned around. His eyes immediately landed on you standing there, hands gripping your bag, they're still trembling from being nervous. Your breath caught on your throat. He saw you.
Processing what's happening, the panic immediately overwhelmed you, you quickly try to walk back, desperate to get away. Why is he here? Why now?
When suddenly– A warm hand grabbed a hold of your wrist, making your body come to an abrupt stop.
It was Seonghyeon's hand. "Wait..!"
You turn around, and was met with his face. You responded meekly "...Yes?"
"You- You're Hyein's friend, right?"
"..I am." You gave a small nod.
"Well uhm..." He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck as if he wasn't sure how to ask. "Have you... heard anything from her lately?"
The uncertainty in his voice caught you off guard. You had never imagined Seonghyeon, the boy you've been crushing on since first year, who always seemed so composed, looking this uneasy.
Oh. So he likes her that much, huh.
After a moment of silence, you offered him a small but reassuring smile. Despite the gnawing feeling in your gut, you didn't want him to be upset, that's what you always are.
"...I'm pretty sure she'll write back."
His eyes lifted to meet yours. For a split second, the worry on his face seemed to ease. The curves of his lips seemed to lift up as he heard those words come out of your mouth.
It was small but it still reached his eyes, softening the anxious look he had held just a moment ago. It was the kind of smile that appeared only when someone was genuinely comforted.
Your breath hitched. He looks so good, just smiling like that.
"...You think so?" he asked, a flicker of hope crossing his face.
"..Yeah." Lies, that's what you told him. You already know that Hyein basically has no interest to be with him.
But seeing him smile like that, you can't help but feel guilty. Perhaps you'll find a way, a way to keep that smile on his face. Even if the person who could keep it out was never going to be you.
You had promised yourself you wouldn't write another letter. Not after that day. Not after learning that every word he had been written on paper was not for you, it was for your best friend.
Before you realize it, by the time you get to your room, you had already written words onto the notebook, the notebook he had meant to give to Hyein.
