김주훈 ﹕they say “first love never dies,” and you hope your first love, juhoon, will also be your last. or juhoon as your first love, who, with his gentle heart—shows you what love truly is.
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𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— my first love in cortis, he’s so first love coded !! i can’t believe i’m just posting this now… wrote this a month ago and abandoned it. so here's a jju fic, happy reading💓 likes, reblogs, & comments r always appreciated, mwah ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡
WITH BF!JUHOON, love feels like a daydream. It’s not puppy love, nor just ‘infatuation’. The love that Juhoon shows you—is the love that feels safe and the love that is genuine.
Because for the first time, Juhoon offers you a love that no one else can provide. And the love that he offers comes from his entire heart.
bf!juhoon who before becoming your boyfriend, pursued you for a whole year, to prove that he's worthy of becoming your partner.
“I like you a lot,” Juhoon simply states, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. “And I want to court you. If you’ll allow me.”
“I’ll prove myself to you.” He talks to you with confidence and clarity, it was like he was running for a position. You bite your lip, caught off guard with his sudden confession. Martin’s best-friend was confessing to you? You almost thought it’s a prank that Martin and Keonho got him roped into.
But, no. Juhoon isn’t the type to play a prank or play with someone’s feelings. Your eyes catch the bouquet in his hands, your favorite flowers, it’s beautiful. You only mentioned the flowers you love to him once.
He got it perfectly. And you’ve only told him once, a long time ago too.
suitor!juhoon who not only acted like a candidate for your love interest, but also acted as your bestfriend. Someone who’s not only after your heart, but someone who wants to take care of you and your fragile heart.
“You can tell me anything. I’ll listen to it no matter what,” he assures you, running his hands through your hair. A tear slips from your eyes, the two of you were sitting under the stairs of the campus. You can’t help but let out an ugly sob.
It felt weird to be vulnerable, but the emotions were too overwhelming. You hate how sensitive you looked now. The situation you were crying over was a small deal, so now, why are you crying pathetically while your suitor tries to comfort you?
Juhoon takes out his handkerchief, a worried expression plastered on his face. “You’re not sensitive, it’s okay to cry.”
But you don’t want to cry in front of him. You lift your head embarrassingly, knowing you looked like a mess. Deep down inside, you hoped that him seeing your fragile state wouldn’t make Juhoon want you less.
“Even while crying, you look pretty.” He smiles at you. Damn. You felt your heart skip a beat. You think, ‘He looks prettier though..’
You watch as he wipes away your tears with his handkerchief—light blue with his initials stitched on the bottom. But all you could think about was how gentle and light his hands were.
Oddly, you felt safe. You felt like you could cry more, but only a laugh leaves your lips. Juhoon starts to chuckle as well, a soft feeling blooming in his chest. In his mind, he prefers seeing you laugh than cry. Though, that doesn’t mean that you crying is a bad side, he just doesn’t like it when you’re hurt.
suitor!juhoon who started becoming a consistent figure in your life. At this point, he’s now a part of your daily routine. and not only that, he’s managed to adjust according to your routine.
Juhoon stood in front of your house, gripping tightly on the straps of his bag. He can’t help but feel nervous. After all, he’d never walked with a girl on his way to school. usually he’d walk by himself, or one of his friends if they annoyed him into walking with them.
Maybe it’s because its his responsibility. Or it’s simply chivalry.
“Jju.. you don’t have to wait for me. I take so long to get ready.” You approach him, feeling a little shy. It was so early in the morning, yet Juhoon still wanted to walk with you on the way to school. Which for you, isn’t necessary. But he insists anyways.
He shakes his head. “I don’t mind. Plus... it’s better to walk to school with a companion, right?”
Starting from now on, you're stuck with having Juhoon as your commute buddy!
suitor!juhoon who has you memorized. after a few months of pursuing you, he learned a lot of things about you. How you like your eggs, your favorite songs, the films you watch when you’re sad… he knows you too well. Every little detail about you, he knows.
Juhoon only has a few things on his notes. All of it are important. Like some notes from class or a to-do list.
Yet his pinned note is specifically for you. A list about you.
Everytime you mentioned something during a chat, he’d write it down. Oh, you don’t like a particular drink? He’d type it under “things she doesn’t like." You like a specific food or an item? It’s written as “her favorite…”
He doesn’t write it to prove something, or to be like a stalker. Juhoon writes small details about you, so that he won’t forget anything. So that, he’d have a keepsake. But he likes to think of it as a “love note”, a note about you and you only.
suitor!juhoon who almost cried when you said “yes” to his “will you be my girlfriend?”. Because he loves you so much and can’t believe you want him to be your lover. (Martin teased him about that.. and has a video of Jju crying on your shoulders with his arms wrapped around you waist.)
bf!juhoon who makes you the happiest girl in the world. you don’t overthink, because he manages to reassure you every single time a weird thought appears. You don’t feel insecure because he always compliments you. You don’t feel touch-deprived because he’s the clingiest guy with you.
“I love you,” Juhoon mutters as he pressed his lips on your cheeks. His hands squeeze yours comfortingly.
You smile, nodding your head. “I know, you said it already.”
“I want to say it again.” He shrugs his shoulders, pulling away to have a look at your face. To Juhoon, you’re the most beautiful person ever, and no one can convince him otherwise.
“Won’t it lose meaning if you say it so many times?”
Juhoon’s brows furrow slightly. “Of course not. I mean every ‘I love you’ that I say. I can’t stop saying it because I love you too much. And I’ll remind you every single time.”
Your boyfriend is the most romantic man you know.
bf!juhoon who’s your safe place.
Juhoon means it when he tells you that whenever you’re overwhelmed or anxious, you could always run to him. Because as your lover, he’s by your side as someone who’ll help you grow, and protect you.
“I studied hard, Jju. The amount of times I slept late for the sake of this exam…” your voice shakes, almost tearing the test paper you’re holding. The red mark written on top of the exam was the final straw.
Juhoon has you in his arms, he worriedly looks over to your exam. Slowly, he took it away from your hold. “I know, love. You worked so hard.”
“But… my score is not enough.”
He tucks the paper somewhere you won’t find it. You frown. “And it’s just a score. We can make up for it, okay? Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Juhoon quickly pecks your lips. “Jju!'“
He chuckles, finding your reaction way too entertaining. “Just kissing the frown away, my love.”
And just like that, he knows how to cheer you up.
bf!juhoon who’s always so gentle with you. the way he speaks, the way he acts and moves, he can’t bare to show you a side that’s not soft.
It’s rare for you and Juhoon to fight. Banters were normal. But full on argument? Even Keonho shivers at the thought of you two yelling at each other.
Which is funny.
Because… Juhoon would never raise his voice at you. He could never. Even if you test his patience, annoy him, and get on his nerves—your boyfriend would never be able to forgive himself if he ever ever yelled at you.
If you yell at him, he won’t yell back. Instead he would calm you down.
“Love, you’re just saying that because you’re angry,” he says, too calmly. It makes you even more upset, seeing how he wasn't reacting at all.
You glare at him, crossing your arms. “No. I mean it. I hate you.”
“You don’t…” Juhoon stands up, trying to pull you into his arms. You stubbornly push him away. “Tell me why you’re upset, my love.”
“You won’t understand.”
He sighs, not at you, but at himself. “I will. I want to understand you and what you’re feeling.” Communication is the key, that’s something Juhoon firmly believes in.
“I’m jealous.” You unclench your jaw, finally admitting the root of your annoyance. It wasn’t even Juhoon’s fault, or the person you’re jealous of. For the first time in your relationship, you felt uneasy at the thought of someone else, who’s better than you, talking to your boyfriend.
“Mhm… What did I exactly do to make you jealous, love?” He asks, moving next to your side.
“You… you were giving that girl too much attention.” You swallow the lump in your throat. It was so uneasy to admit your biggest fears. To admit that you’re jealous because of a mere interaction.
Juhoon nods his head. “I’m sorry, I made you feel like that, my love. You’re the only one I love and I’d give you all my attention,”
“I was only giving her some advice, okay? She’s only an acquaintance,” he adds. Thankfully, you felt assured now. It was just your thoughts making you upset.
“Seeing you upset at me… I was about to cry.” Juhoon awkwardly chuckles, fiddling with your bracelet.
You frown again, this time, you pulled him in your arms. “I’m sorry too… I didn’t mean to be upset.”
“I don’t hate you, Juhoon. I love you too much.”
He buries his head into the crook of your neck. “I love you more.”
bf!juhoon who writes poems about you, secretly! he only admits it when you find a paper with a doodle of you and a short poem about your features. You tease him about it, but you love it as well.
bf!juhoon who serenades you/sings for you. When the two of you can’t go out, you two simply call each other for hours. With his guitar, he plays you your favorite songs. Or he plays the songs from the playlist you two created.
bf!juhoon who buys you anything you want. the moment you hint at wanting to eat something? he’ll buy it asap. Be it ice cream, noodles, candies? he’ll buy it for you, no worries. It’s his job as your bf after all.
bf!juhoon who willingly watches your favorite films/series with you. Even if he doesn’t like it, he’ll end up liking it because you like it as well.
bf!juhoon that hates it when you talk bad about yourself. He thinks of you so highly, you’re everything to him. When you say one negative comment, he’ll respond with tons of compliments and kisses to counter it.
bf!juhoon rarely gets jealous. Because he understands them. Anyone who admires you, or says they like you, he gets it. He’s the same after all, he admires and likes you, they’re not special. In fact, he gets more happy when someone admits they admire you—they should. Juhoon believes everyone should admire someone as beautiful and amazing as you.
bf!juhoon who refers to your stuff toys as “our children.” He named one of your turtle stuff toy that he bought for you as “Jjunior” (???) Also, Choco is your first child.
bf!juhoon who loves taking pictures of you. Especially polaroids or digital camera, he loves to print it, and keep it to himself. Sometimes, you'll find him admiring your pictures. Pictures of you smiling widely at the camera, he loves to look at it with heart eyes.
bf!juhoon who always texts you a good morning text just a minute before you wake up. He'd also send you cute stickers or tiktoks, saying "this is us, baby."
bf!juhoon whose friends always tease him about you and he'll smile about it. The moment Keonho mentions you, his upset expression is replaced by a soft one. When James asks about you, Juhoon is ready to talk about you.
bf!juhoon who loves you so much, to the point that his friends start loving you as well (platonically, of course.)
bf!juhoon who had to go through a test by your friends and in the end, they approved of him.
bf!juhoon is the type of your boyfriend that everyone in your family adores. He's the type to be the fun older brother your younger relatives like but he's also the type to be the obedient boy the elders love talking to.
bf!juhoon who never fails to give you the butterflies. He'll always make you smile when you need. His goal is to make you the happiest girl ever.
bf!juhoon that encourages you to do everything you want to do. You want to pursue this course? He’ll support and cheer you on. You want to start a challenge? He’ll do it with you, if you want.
bf!juhoon’s love for you is unconditional. He doesn’t expect anything else from you, because all he wants is to shower you with love and support you endlessly.
bf!juhoon will always be by your side. No matter what happens, he'll be your number 1 fan forever.
bf!juhoon who will never give up on your relationship. and he'll never give up on you.
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— my fave love song oat! its made by a filo band but they sing in eng :)) they have the most beautiful love songs <3 also, i'll be posting the last part of my hoon smau & f the mayor pt 2 after this ><
김주훈 ﹕they say “first love never dies,” and you hope your first love, juhoon, will also be your last. or juhoon as your first love, who, with his gentle heart—shows you what love truly is.
CONTAINS ౿ ݁ . 2.4k first love / bf!juhoon x reader. fluff, romcom, hcs / established rela ★ playing . . . love is by the ridleys.
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— my first love in cortis, he’s so first love coded !! i can’t believe i’m just posting this now… wrote this a month ago and abandoned it. so here's a jju fic, happy reading💓 likes, reblogs, & comments r always appreciated, mwah ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡
WITH BF!JUHOON, love feels like a daydream. It’s not puppy love, nor just ‘infatuation’. The love that Juhoon shows you—is the love that feels safe and the love that is genuine.
Because for the first time, Juhoon offers you a love that no one else can provide. And the love that he offers comes from his entire heart.
bf!juhoon who before becoming your boyfriend, pursued you for a whole year, to prove that he's worthy of becoming your partner.
“I like you a lot,” Juhoon simply states, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. “And I want to court you. If you’ll allow me.”
“I’ll prove myself to you.” He talks to you with confidence and clarity, it was like he was running for a position. You bite your lip, caught off guard with his sudden confession. Martin’s best-friend was confessing to you? You almost thought it’s a prank that Martin and Keonho got him roped into.
But, no. Juhoon isn’t the type to play a prank or play with someone’s feelings. Your eyes catch the bouquet in his hands, your favorite flowers, it’s beautiful. You only mentioned the flowers you love to him once.
He got it perfectly. And you’ve only told him once, a long time ago too.
suitor!juhoon who not only acted like a candidate for your love interest, but also acted as your bestfriend. Someone who’s not only after your heart, but someone who wants to take care of you and your fragile heart.
“You can tell me anything. I’ll listen to it no matter what,” he assures you, running his hands through your hair. A tear slips from your eyes, the two of you were sitting under the stairs of the campus. You can’t help but let out an ugly sob.
It felt weird to be vulnerable, but the emotions were too overwhelming. You hate how sensitive you looked now. The situation you were crying over was a small deal, so now, why are you crying pathetically while your suitor tries to comfort you?
Juhoon takes out his handkerchief, a worried expression plastered on his face. “You’re not sensitive, it’s okay to cry.”
But you don’t want to cry in front of him. You lift your head embarrassingly, knowing you looked like a mess. Deep down inside, you hoped that him seeing your fragile state wouldn’t make Juhoon want you less.
“Even while crying, you look pretty.” He smiles at you. Damn. You felt your heart skip a beat. You think, ‘He looks prettier though..’
You watch as he wipes away your tears with his handkerchief—light blue with his initials stitched on the bottom. But all you could think about was how gentle and light his hands were.
Oddly, you felt safe. You felt like you could cry more, but only a laugh leaves your lips. Juhoon starts to chuckle as well, a soft feeling blooming in his chest. In his mind, he prefers seeing you laugh than cry. Though, that doesn’t mean that you crying is a bad side, he just doesn’t like it when you’re hurt.
suitor!juhoon who started becoming a consistent figure in your life. At this point, he’s now a part of your daily routine. and not only that, he’s managed to adjust according to your routine.
Juhoon stood in front of your house, gripping tightly on the straps of his bag. He can’t help but feel nervous. After all, he’d never walked with a girl on his way to school. usually he’d walk by himself, or one of his friends if they annoyed him into walking with them.
Maybe it’s because its his responsibility. Or it’s simply chivalry.
“Jju.. you don’t have to wait for me. I take so long to get ready.” You approach him, feeling a little shy. It was so early in the morning, yet Juhoon still wanted to walk with you on the way to school. Which for you, isn’t necessary. But he insists anyways.
He shakes his head. “I don’t mind. Plus... it’s better to walk to school with a companion, right?”
Starting from now on, you're stuck with having Juhoon as your commute buddy!
suitor!juhoon who has you memorized. after a few months of pursuing you, he learned a lot of things about you. How you like your eggs, your favorite songs, the films you watch when you’re sad… he knows you too well. Every little detail about you, he knows.
Juhoon only has a few things on his notes. All of it are important. Like some notes from class or a to-do list.
Yet his pinned note is specifically for you. A list about you.
Everytime you mentioned something during a chat, he’d write it down. Oh, you don’t like a particular drink? He’d type it under “things she doesn’t like." You like a specific food or an item? It’s written as “her favorite…”
He doesn’t write it to prove something, or to be like a stalker. Juhoon writes small details about you, so that he won’t forget anything. So that, he’d have a keepsake. But he likes to think of it as a “love note”, a note about you and you only.
suitor!juhoon who almost cried when you said “yes” to his “will you be my girlfriend?”. Because he loves you so much and can’t believe you want him to be your lover. (Martin teased him about that.. and has a video of Jju crying on your shoulders with his arms wrapped around you waist.)
bf!juhoon who makes you the happiest girl in the world. you don’t overthink, because he manages to reassure you every single time a weird thought appears. You don’t feel insecure because he always compliments you. You don’t feel touch-deprived because he’s the clingiest guy with you.
“I love you,” Juhoon mutters as he pressed his lips on your cheeks. His hands squeeze yours comfortingly.
You smile, nodding your head. “I know, you said it already.”
“I want to say it again.” He shrugs his shoulders, pulling away to have a look at your face. To Juhoon, you’re the most beautiful person ever, and no one can convince him otherwise.
“Won’t it lose meaning if you say it so many times?”
Juhoon’s brows furrow slightly. “Of course not. I mean every ‘I love you’ that I say. I can’t stop saying it because I love you too much. And I’ll remind you every single time.”
Your boyfriend is the most romantic man you know.
bf!juhoon who’s your safe place.
Juhoon means it when he tells you that whenever you’re overwhelmed or anxious, you could always run to him. Because as your lover, he’s by your side as someone who’ll help you grow, and protect you.
“I studied hard, Jju. The amount of times I slept late for the sake of this exam…” your voice shakes, almost tearing the test paper you’re holding. The red mark written on top of the exam was the final straw.
Juhoon has you in his arms, he worriedly looks over to your exam. Slowly, he took it away from your hold. “I know, love. You worked so hard.”
“But… my score is not enough.”
He tucks the paper somewhere you won’t find it. You frown. “And it’s just a score. We can make up for it, okay? Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Juhoon quickly pecks your lips. “Jju!'“
He chuckles, finding your reaction way too entertaining. “Just kissing the frown away, my love.”
And just like that, he knows how to cheer you up.
bf!juhoon who’s always so gentle with you. the way he speaks, the way he acts and moves, he can’t bare to show you a side that’s not soft.
It’s rare for you and Juhoon to fight. Banters were normal. But full on argument? Even Keonho shivers at the thought of you two yelling at each other.
Which is funny.
Because… Juhoon would never raise his voice at you. He could never. Even if you test his patience, annoy him, and get on his nerves—your boyfriend would never be able to forgive himself if he ever ever yelled at you.
If you yell at him, he won’t yell back. Instead he would calm you down.
“Love, you’re just saying that because you’re angry,” he says, too calmly. It makes you even more upset, seeing how he wasn't reacting at all.
You glare at him, crossing your arms. “No. I mean it. I hate you.”
“You don’t…” Juhoon stands up, trying to pull you into his arms. You stubbornly push him away. “Tell me why you’re upset, my love.”
“You won’t understand.”
He sighs, not at you, but at himself. “I will. I want to understand you and what you’re feeling.” Communication is the key, that’s something Juhoon firmly believes in.
“I’m jealous.” You unclench your jaw, finally admitting the root of your annoyance. It wasn’t even Juhoon’s fault, or the person you’re jealous of. For the first time in your relationship, you felt uneasy at the thought of someone else, who’s better than you, talking to your boyfriend.
“Mhm… What did I exactly do to make you jealous, love?” He asks, moving next to your side.
“You… you were giving that girl too much attention.” You swallow the lump in your throat. It was so uneasy to admit your biggest fears. To admit that you’re jealous because of a mere interaction.
Juhoon nods his head. “I’m sorry, I made you feel like that, my love. You’re the only one I love and I’d give you all my attention,”
“I was only giving her some advice, okay? She’s only an acquaintance,” he adds. Thankfully, you felt assured now. It was just your thoughts making you upset.
“Seeing you upset at me… I was about to cry.” Juhoon awkwardly chuckles, fiddling with your bracelet.
You frown again, this time, you pulled him in your arms. “I’m sorry too… I didn’t mean to be upset.”
“I don’t hate you, Juhoon. I love you too much.”
He buries his head into the crook of your neck. “I love you more.”
bf!juhoon who writes poems about you, secretly! he only admits it when you find a paper with a doodle of you and a short poem about your features. You tease him about it, but you love it as well.
bf!juhoon who serenades you/sings for you. When the two of you can’t go out, you two simply call each other for hours. With his guitar, he plays you your favorite songs. Or he plays the songs from the playlist you two created.
bf!juhoon who buys you anything you want. the moment you hint at wanting to eat something? he’ll buy it asap. Be it ice cream, noodles, candies? he’ll buy it for you, no worries. It’s his job as your bf after all.
bf!juhoon who willingly watches your favorite films/series with you. Even if he doesn’t like it, he’ll end up liking it because you like it as well.
bf!juhoon that hates it when you talk bad about yourself. He thinks of you so highly, you’re everything to him. When you say one negative comment, he’ll respond with tons of compliments and kisses to counter it.
bf!juhoon rarely gets jealous. Because he understands them. Anyone who admires you, or says they like you, he gets it. He’s the same after all, he admires and likes you, they’re not special. In fact, he gets more happy when someone admits they admire you—they should. Juhoon believes everyone should admire someone as beautiful and amazing as you.
bf!juhoon who refers to your stuff toys as “our children.” He named one of your turtle stuff toy that he bought for you as “Jjunior” (???) Also, Choco is your first child.
bf!juhoon who loves taking pictures of you. Especially polaroids or digital camera, he loves to print it, and keep it to himself. Sometimes, you'll find him admiring your pictures. Pictures of you smiling widely at the camera, he loves to look at it with heart eyes.
bf!juhoon who always texts you a good morning text just a minute before you wake up. He'd also send you cute stickers or tiktoks, saying "this is us, baby."
bf!juhoon whose friends always tease him about you and he'll smile about it. The moment Keonho mentions you, his upset expression is replaced by a soft one. When James asks about you, Juhoon is ready to talk about you.
bf!juhoon who loves you so much, to the point that his friends start loving you as well (platonically, of course.)
bf!juhoon who had to go through a test by your friends and in the end, they approved of him.
bf!juhoon is the type of your boyfriend that everyone in your family adores. He's the type to be the fun older brother your younger relatives like but he's also the type to be the obedient boy the elders love talking to.
bf!juhoon who never fails to give you the butterflies. He'll always make you smile when you need. His goal is to make you the happiest girl ever.
bf!juhoon that encourages you to do everything you want to do. You want to pursue this course? He’ll support and cheer you on. You want to start a challenge? He’ll do it with you, if you want.
bf!juhoon’s love for you is unconditional. He doesn’t expect anything else from you, because all he wants is to shower you with love and support you endlessly.
bf!juhoon will always be by your side. No matter what happens, he'll be your number 1 fan forever.
bf!juhoon who will never give up on your relationship. and he'll never give up on you.
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— my fave love song oat! its made by a filo band but they sing in eng :)) they have the most beautiful love songs <3 also, i'll be posting the last part of my hoon smau & f the mayor pt 2 after this ><
[ i can’t remember the blog that i learned it from, but if i can find it, i will link them here ]
in this tutorial, i’m going to teach you how to make gradient text like this in your tumblr posts. i work off of desktop, so i’m going to follow those controls.
synopsis: keonho being the loudest boyfriend of the quietest girl, and somehow it all just seems to make sense for the two of you.
word count: 7.0k
info+warnings: extroverted!bf!keonho, fluff, established relationship, shy/quiet + bookworm reader, teen romance, profanities, skinship, kissing
On paper, you and Keonho made absolutely no sense.
You were polar opposites to the highest degree. He was the most talkative and outgoing boy you think you've ever met, having lines of people greeting him as he passed in the hallways, whereas you were the girl who could walk through a crowded cafeteria and remain completely invisible, a ghost in a sea of noise. He lived for the spotlight of conversation; you craved the quiet corners of the library. It was a cosmic mismatch, a social experiment doomed to fail. Yet there you were, two years into a relationship that confused everyone except the two of you.
It had all started a few months into your first year of high school. You had been walking home, earbuds in, the entire world muted. Your mind was already halfway through the chapters you needed to read for tomorrow, your fingers tracing the spine of your worn-out library book.
A blur of motion, a flash of dark blue fabric, and a solid thud sent you stumbling sideways. Your earbuds ripped out of your ears, your book flew from your hands, and you were suddenly very, very aware of a warm grip on your elbow keeping you from face-planting into the concrete.
"OH SHIT—I'M SO SORRY—ARE YOU OKAY—"
The voice was a cannon blast to your carefully constructed silence. You blinked, disoriented, and glanced sideways.
Keonho stood beside you, eyes wide with genuine panic as they scanned your face, his school blazer half-falling off one shoulder. His hair was a disaster, like he'd run through a wind tunnel, and his backpack was hanging open, pens and crumpled papers threatening to escape. He was still gripping your elbow like you might evaporate if he let go.
You quickly regained your footing, standing upright. His hand lingered on your elbow for a second longer before he dropped it, flustered.
"I'm so sorry, Seonghyeon was being an idiot and—" his lips moved at a thousand miles a minute as he crouched down, his hands scrambling across the floor to pick up the small pile of scattered books. You bent down beside him, attempting to help though it became impossible when his fingers latched onto each spine just as you reached out, leaving you squatting there awkwardly whilst words continued to pour out of his mouth. "—I really should have been looking where I was going—wait, are you hurt anywhere? Please tell me you aren't injured—hang on… aren't you in my chemistry class?"
To be completely honest, you were unable to process any of the rapidfire comments thrown at you, far too enclosed in your own mind's attempt to make sense of the situation you now found yourself in.
You stood up slowly, deeming it far too awkward for you to remain at eye level with the boy. He was soon to follow, his hands fiddling with the books as he tried to organise them, clearly stalling.
"Uh—here—" He thrust them toward you, his fingers fumbling. "Your books. I think they're all here. I didn't—I hope I didn't bend any pages—"
You took them carefully, clutching them to your chest. "It's fine," you murmured. "They're fine."
"Oh. Good. That's—good." He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting everywhere except your face. "I really am sorry. I wasn't looking. Seonghyeon bet me I couldn't make it to the fountain before he counted to ten, and I'm an idiot who takes dumb bets—"
"Keonho."
He stopped and blinked. "Yeah?"
You didn't say anything else. Just gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment that held a hint of forgiveness, and turned to leave.
You made it three steps before his voice caught up to you.
"Wait—I never got your name."
You paused and glanced back over your shoulder. He was standing there, his fingers fiddling with the ends of his untucked shirt, looking almost nervous.
"Y/N." You told him quietly, then you turned back around and kept walking, tucking your earbuds back in, drowning out the world.
You thought that would be the end of it. An awkward collision that would be instantly forgotten by the likes of someone like Keonho, but the next day in chem class, you felt eyes on you.
You turned to see Keonho sat across the room, chin propped on his palm, head tilted. When your eyes met his, he didn't look away. Instead, his lips curved into a smile: small and almost private, nothing like the loud, performative grins you'd seen him flash at everyone else.
He raised a hand in a tiny wave.
You stared at him for a beat, then turned back to your notes, your face unexpectedly warm.
After that, Keonho couldn't help but notice you at school now, and much worse, he wouldn't stop trying to talk to you.
The next morning, you spotted him in the hallway before he spotted you. He was surrounded by a cluster of friends, laughing at something one of them had said. His head was thrown back, the sound of it carrying easily over the morning chaos, bright and unguarded.
You ducked your head and kept walking, fingers tightening around the spine of your book.
Despite your best efforts he noticed you and ran to catch up to you by the lockers, slightly out of breath. "Hey," he said, falling into step beside you. "You walk fast."
You didn't stop. "I have class."
"I know, me too." He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, his steps slightly uneven as he matched your pace. "I just wanted to say sorry again for yesterday. I felt bad all night."
"You said sorry already."
"Yeah, but I meant it." He shoved his hands in his pockets, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second. "I don't usually—I mean, I'm not usually that clumsy. Well, okay, I am—but I don't usually knock people over. That was a first."
You glanced at him. He was looking at you now, his eyes earnest in a way that caught you off guard.
"You already said sorry," you repeated, softer this time.
"I know but I still feel bad." He kicked at an invisible pebble on the floor, his sneaker scuffing against the tile. "So I was thinking… I owe you a hot chocolate… To make up for it."
"You don't owe me anything."
"I know but I want to."
You didn't respond to that and he didn't push, he just walked beside you in surprising silence, his usual energy dialed down a few notches. It was almost comfortable, as though he already knew you weren't going to fill the space, and he was okay with that.
When you reached your classroom, he stopped at the door. His hand came up, hovering for a second like he wanted to touch your arm, then dropped back to his side. "See you around, Y/N," he said softly.
Then he was gone, swallowed by the flow of students.
The next day, he waved at you from across the cafeteria. You pretended not to see, and in response he only waved harder, nearly smacking the person next to him, and you could feel his eyes on you even through the chaos of the lunch rush.
You gave a tiny nod and turned back to your tray.
Mina followed your gaze, her line of sight slightly blocked by the passing students. "Who's that?"
"No one."
"He's staring at us."
You didn't look up. "He's not."
"He definitely is." Mina leaned forward, her voice dropping. "Wait… Is that Keonho? The Keonho? The one who's literally everywhere and in, like, every club ever and knows everyone?"
You shrugged, pushing rice around your bowl.
Mina's eyes widened. "How do you know him?"
"I don't. He ran into me."
"He ran into you." Mina's voice went flat with disbelief. "And now he won't stop staring at you?"
"It's not—" You glanced up despite yourself. He was still looking, a small smile on his face. When your eyes met his, he tilted his head, like he was checking if you were okay. You looked away quickly. "It's nothing."
"It's definitely something." She let you brood with that comment, choosing not to push you any further.
He found you in the library after school a few days later. Not intentionally—at least, you assumed not. He walked in with a friend and spotted you in your usual corner before you could disappear behind your book.
"Oh hey!" He dropped onto the chair across from you without asking, his bag thudding onto the floor. His friend lingered awkwardly for a moment, clearly not expecting to be ditched, before wandering off toward the fiction section. "Didn't peg you for a library person. Actually, wait, that's exactly what I'd peg you for. That came out wrong."
You closed your book slowly, marking your page. "What are you doing?"
"Studying. Obviously." He pulled out a crumpled worksheet from his bag, its edges soft and worn from being shoved around. "I need help with chem. You're good at chem, right? You look like you're good at chem."
"I'm average."
"Average is better than my 'please don't fail me' energy." He slid the paper across the table, his fingers tapping against it. "One question, that's all I'm asking, then I'll leave you alone."
You stared at the worksheet. The handwriting was messy, loops and squiggles in places where he'd clearly rushed. The first problem was partially solved, the steps correct until they suddenly weren't.
You pulled the paper toward you.
His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, the tension leaving his frame. "Thanks."
It quickly became a routine. He'd show up at the library, always with "one question" that somehow stretched into an hour of him talking about everything except chemistry.
His dog named Cookie who he claimed was smarter than him and had once eaten an entire pizza off the counter. His failed attempt at baking a cake for his sister's birthday that caused the smoke alarm to go off and the fire department to almost show up, and somehow the cake was still raw in the middle. Seonghyeon, who apparently had the worst impulse control of anyone he'd ever met and had once thrown his phone into a tree just to prove he could.
You'd half-listen, half-study, and he never seemed to mind that you barely said two words. Sometimes you'd glance up and catch him watching you, eyes boring into you like he was trying to solve a puzzle he found interesting. His gaze would flick away immediately, but not before you saw the faint flush creep up his neck.
One day, he didn't show up.
You told yourself it was fine, he didn't owe you anything. You weren't friends, and this totally wasn't a thing.
Though you spent the entire hour staring at the same paragraph in your textbook, reading it seven times and even then still had no idea what it said.
By the time you packed up your bag, you were annoyed at yourself for caring as much about that strange boy as you now apparently did.
The next morning, he appeared at your locker before you even had your combination turned.
"Sorry about yesterday," he said, slightly breathless, he'd apparently run the entire way. "Seonghyeon dragged me to some event. His younger sister's band was playing and he made me go. I didn't want to, I wanted to come with you. I swear I didn't ditch you on purpose."
You pulled out your textbooks, keeping your face neutral. "You don't have to come every day."
"I know." He leaned against the lockers, arms crossing loosely. "But I like coming, you're good company."
"I don't talk."
"That's what I like about you." He said it simply, without his usual theatrics. "You don't fill the silence with nonsense. You just sit there and listen. It's nice. Peaceful."
You didn't know what to say to that. No one had ever called your silence peaceful before. Most people found it uncomfortable, a void they needed to fill or else it felt like the ground would swallow them whole from awkwardness.
He held out a granola bar, slightly crushed at the edges. "Here, to make up for yesterday."
You took it slowly, your fingers brushing his though he didn't flinch or pull away. "You don't have to keep making up for things," you said.
"I know." He shrugged, already falling into step beside you as you started walking. "But I want to."
It went on like that for weeks, and somewhere along the way, you started noticing things.
His laugh changed when something genuinely caught him off guard—loud and surprised, all of his usual composure crumbling. His hands moved when he talked, always in motion, sketching shapes in the air. His voice dropped just slightly when he said your name, like it was something delicate he was handling carefully.
But most of all, he never pushed, never asked why you were so quiet, never made you feel like you needed to perform for him.
He just stayed, and you didn't quite know what to do with that.
It was Mina who finally asked, after watching him wave at you across the courtyard for the third time that week.
"So what's the deal with you two?"
"There's no deal."
"He follows you around like a puppy."
"He's just apologetic for running into me." You kept your eyes on your book, even though you'd stopped reading. "He only appears, like, once a day."
"Okay, first of all, it's been weeks since then, he should be over it by now. And second of all, that's literally following." Mina poked your arm. "And you just let him."
You didn't have a response to that because she was right, you did let him. You could've walked away, told him to leave you alone, stayed quiet and distant in the way you did with everyone else.
But when he sat across from you in the library, chattering away about nothing, you found yourself glancing up more often, even listening closer. You didn't mind his noise the way you minded everyone else's.
At some point across the many days Keonho spent in your orbit, your feelings about him began to shift.
It wasn't a single moment. There was no dramatic realisation, no sudden bolt of lightning. It crept in slowly, quietly, the way morning light fills a room before you notice it's no longer dark.
You caught yourself looking for him in the hallways. Your eyes would just wander, scanning the crowd, and when they landed on his familiar mop of messy hair, something in your chest would settle as though you'd been holding your breath without realising it.
You started noticing the small things he was doing for you. The way he always made sure to leave you the last bite of whatever snack he brought, and he'd angle his body toward you when he talked, like you were the only person in the room. He'd also pause mid-sentence when you finally spoke, giving you his full attention like what you had to say mattered more than whatever he'd been saying.
The library became a sacred place for the two of you.
He'd show up after school, drop his bag on the floor, and slide into the seat across from you like he belonged there. Which, you realised, he kind of did now.
Sometimes he studied, though more often he talked.
You never offered much in return, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.
"I don't even know your favourite color," he said one day, looking up from his worksheet.
You blinked. "Why does that matter?"
"It doesn't, I just want to know." He shrugged. "I want to know everything about you."
You told him it was purple. Deep purple, like the sky right before it goes dark. He smiled because you'd finally, finally, given him something personal. "The colour of the sky," he repeated. "That's really pretty."
You felt heat creep up your neck and looked back at your book.
It was on one of these evenings that you realised it had already happened.
He was rambling about something you could no longer remember, and you were pretending to read, but really you were just watching him be his naturally extroverted self.
And you thought, oh.
You liked him. Not just tolerated him, not just got used to him. You genuinely, completely, helplessly liked him.
You didn't know what to do with that. You'd never felt this pull toward someone before, this warmth that spread through your chest when he smiled at you. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
You didn't tell him in that moment because you weren't sure you could.
But he noticed something had changed. Of course he did, he was far too observant of your tells for you to be able to hide something as big as, what you believed to be, unrequited love from him
"You're staring," he said one afternoon, looking up from his phone. "Not that I mind, but you're staring."
You looked away quickly. "I was thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying." He leaned forward, a teasing grin on his face. "You're thinking about something. What is it? Are you finally going to admit I'm charming?"
"You're insufferable."
"Keep telling yourself that."
You laughed and his grin softened into something deeper, warmer.
"I like that sound," he said quietly.
"What sound?"
"You laughing." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I like making you laugh."
Your heart did something complicated in your chest as you quickly moved your gaze downward, hoping he didn’t notice the blush rapidly creeping onto your cheeks.
The weeks blurred together. His presence became a constant in your life, something you'd started to rely on without admitting it to yourself.
He'd find you in the mornings, falling into step beside you with a half-eaten breakfast bar or a coffee he'd grabbed for you. He'd walk you to class, talking the entire way, and you'd listen and nod and pretend you weren't memorising the way his hair fell across his forehead. He'd wave at you across crowded rooms, his grin wide and unashamed, and you'd feel a warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with the temperature.
You noticed how he was different with you than with everyone else.
Around his friends, he was loud and performative, always the center of attention, always making people laugh. But around you, he dialed it back. He still talked—he'd never stop talking, you were absolutely sure of that—but it was quieter. More genuine, as though he felt like he didn't need to impress you or perform.
"You're the only one who sees me," he said one evening, his voice soft. "The real me, not the show."
You looked up from your book. He was staring at the table, his fingers tracing the wood grain.
"What do you mean?" You asked, brows furrowing.
"I mean—" He paused, searching for the words. "Everyone expects me to be a certain way. Loud, funny, always on, and I can do that. It's easy. But sometimes it's exhausting pretending to be that version of myself all the time."
He looked up at you. "With you, I don't have to pretend. You don't expect anything from me, you just let me be."
Something in your chest tightened. "I like the real you," you said quietly.
His eyes met yours properly, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between you, but it wasn't awkward. It felt like something was being shared.
"Yeah?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
"Yeah."
He smiled softly as you both continued what you had been doing before, choosing to ignore the way something in your gut had flipped.
It was late November when the first real change happened.
He'd walked you to the bus stop like usual, but the bus was late. The sky was dark, the air cold, and you were shivering in your thin jacket.
"Here." He shrugged off his hoodie and handed it to you without a second thought.
"You'll be cold."
"I'll survive." He shoved his hands in his pockets, not taking it back. "You need it more than me."
You hesitated, then pulled it on. It was too big, drowning you in fabric, but it was warm and smelled like him: something clean and faintly sweet.
He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, then cleared his throat. "It looks better on you anyway."
You rolled your eyes at his attempt to flirt, but you were smiling.
Then one afternoon following the weather turned. A grey sky that had been threatening rain all day finally opened up, dumping sheets of water across the pavement. You'd left your umbrella at home.
You stood under the overhang of the school entrance, watching the rain come down, mentally calculating your chances of making it to the bus stop without getting soaked. Your jacket was thin. Your books would be ruined. You'd survive, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
"Forgot your umbrella?"
You turned. Keonho was leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, a knowing smile on his face.
You sighed. "Don't say it."
"Say what?"
"Whatever you're about to say."
"I was just going to say," he said, stepping beside you, "that I have an extra. Because I'm always prepared. Very responsible, ask anyone."
He pulled out a large umbrella, bright red, and held it out to you.
You stared at it. "You brought an extra just in case?"
"I brought an extra because I know you never carry one."
You blinked. "You’re watching me?"
"Always." He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then he seemed to realise what he'd said, his ears turning pink. "I mean—I noticed. In passing. I pay attention to things."
You didn't say anything. Just took the umbrella, your fingers brushing his.
"It's too big for one person," you said quietly. "You should share."
He blinked at you, like he hadn't expected that. Then his smile widened, slow and surprised. "Okay," he said, stepping under the umbrella with you. "Okay. Yeah, that works."
You walked to the bus stop together, close enough that your shoulders brushed. The rain pounded against the fabric above you, loud and steady, but underneath it, everything felt strangely quiet.
He didn't say much and neither did you.
The bus arrived just as you arrived, and you moved towards it. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch your wrist.
"Hey." You turned. His face was close, closer than it had ever been. "Can I ask you something?"
You nodded, your heart suddenly loud in your ears.
"Are you ever going to tell me how you feel?" His voice was soft, uncertain. "Because I've been trying to figure it out for weeks, and I think I know, but I don't want to assume, and—"
"Yes."
He stopped, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Yes?"
You swallowed. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it, your palms were sweaty, and you'd never felt more exposed in your entire life. Every instinct screamed at you to look away, to retreat back into the safety of your silence, but you forced yourself to hold his gaze.
"I like you," you said, the words barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to. It just happened. And I don't know what to do with it, and I don't know if you'd want someone like me when you could have anyone, but—"
You didn't get to finish.
His hand came up to cup your cheek, his palm warm against your skin, and then his lips were on yours.
The kiss was soft at first, his lips brushed against yours gently, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn't want to, you couldn't imagine wanting anything else in that moment.
Your eyes fluttered closed and everything else faded, there was only him, the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the softness of his lips, the faint scent of him that you'd grown so familiar with over the past weeks.
His thumb traced a gentle path along your jaw, and you felt yourself lean into him, your body moving on its own accord. Your free hand came up to grip the front of his shirt, fisting the fabric, needing something to anchor yourself.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed and his breath warm and uneven against your skin. When he opened them, they were bright, almost dazed, like he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I've wanted to do that for weeks. I just needed to know you felt something too. I didn't want to—"
You pulled him back.
This time you kissed him like you meant it, like you'd been holding it in for weeks and finally had permission to let it out.
His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, threading through your hair. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let him. You let yourself be pulled into his warmth, into the circle of his arms, into this moment that felt both terrifying and right.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. His forehead rested against yours again, his eyes still closed, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Okay," he whispered. "Okay. That was—"
"Yeah," you agreed, your voice coming out shaky.
He laughed, bright and surprised, and pulled you into a proper hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat against your ear.
His hand came up to stroke your hair, gentle and soothing.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured into your hair. "You have no idea. Every time you looked at me, every time you laughed, every time you said my name—I just wanted to—"
He broke off, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"You're really something, you know that?" He said. "You're quiet and you keep to yourself and you never told me how you felt, and somehow you're still the most interesting person I've ever met."
You pulled back to look at him, your face warm. "I'm not interesting."
"You're the most interesting person I know," he insisted. "You have a whole universe inside your head, and you let me see little pieces of it. And I just—" He shook his head, smiling. "I love that. I love you."
Your heart stopped.
He seemed to realise what he'd said, his eyes widening slightly, but he didn't take it back. He just looked at you, vulnerable and hopeful.
"I mean it," he said, his voice softer now. "I know it's fast. I know we haven't even been—but I've felt it for a while. I didn't want to say it too soon, but—"
"Keonho."
He stopped.
You reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing his jaw the way you'd wanted to for weeks. "I love you too," you said.
His face broke into the most genuine smile you'd ever seen on him: wide and unguarded and full of so much emotion it made your chest ache.
"Yeah?" He whispered.
"Yeah."
He kissed you again, slower this time, pouring everything he couldn't say into it. His lips were warm and soft, his hand gentle on your waist, and you felt like you were floating.
When he pulled back, he was grinning. "So," he said, his voice breathless. "Does this mean I can walk you to the bus stop holding your hand now?"
The days that followed were different. Not in any huge, obvious way—he was still loud, still talkative, still showed up at your locker every morning. But something had shifted between you to the point where there was a new awareness, a new intimacy.
He started holding your hand everywhere: in the hallways, at the library, at the bus stop. He'd lace his fingers through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you'd let him, surprised by how right it felt.
His friends noticed. Seonghyeon had raised an eyebrow the first time he saw you two together. "So this is the quiet girl?" He’d asked, looking you over. "The one you've been obsessed with?"
"I'm not obsessed," Keonho said, his ears turning red. "I just—"
"You literally followed her around for months."
"I didn't follow—"
"You made a spreadsheet of her favourite books."
Keonho groaned. "Seonghyeon, shut up."
You blinked. "You made a spreadsheet?"
"To figure out what you'd like," he mumbled, not meeting your eyes but keeping his hand locked onto yours throughout. "For future gift purposes. It was strategic."
You laughed, bright and surprised, and he looked at you like you'd just handed him the world.
"You're so weird," you said.
"Yeah, but you like me anyway."
You did. You really, really did.
The two years passed in a blur of shared moments.
Winter mornings where he'd show up with two cups of hot chocolate, one for each of you, his nose red from the cold. Spring afternoons where you'd study in the library, his head resting on your shoulder while he pretended to read. Summer evenings where you'd walk home together, the sun setting behind you, his arm slung loosely around your shoulders. Fall days where he'd kick through piles of leaves just to watch you smile.
He was still loud, still talkative, still the boy who knew everyone and was friends with everyone.
But he was yours, and somehow, impossibly, you were his.
Something in Keonho seemed to switch off whenever he was around you.
It was the first thing you'd noticed about him, back when he'd started showing up at the library—how the loud, performative energy that he carried everywhere else would dim the moment he settled into the chair across from you. His shoulders would drop, his voice would soften, and his hands would still.
You'd never said anything about it. You weren't sure he even noticed himself, but it was there, always, a quiet shift that happened the moment he was in your orbit.
Now, two years later, you were sitting on his parents' couch in his living room, your legs tucked beneath you, a book resting open atop the little space remaining on your lap. Keonho was sprawled across the length of the couch, his head resting in your lap, his eyes closed. His hair was a mess—it always was—and his shirt was rumpled from a long day of doing absolutely nothing.
His parents had gone out for dinner, leaving the two of you alone in the house. It wasn't unusual, you'd spent countless evenings here, the two of you sprawled across this same couch, doing nothing and everything.
His hand was resting on your knee, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the fabric of your jeans. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that always seemed to live in his shoulders completely gone.
"Are you asleep?" You asked quietly.
"Mmm." He didn't open his eyes. "Maybe."
"You can't sleep. You're supposed to be spending time with me."
"I am spending time with you." His lips curved into a lazy smile. "I'm lying on you. That's quality time."
"That's not how quality time works."
"Sure it is." He shifted slightly, nuzzling closer, his hair tickling your bare arm. "I'm touching you, I'm breathing your air, I'm in your presence. This is the most quality time I've had all week."
You shook your head, but you were smiling. "You're such a know it all."
"Yeah, but you love me."
"I do," you said, and the words came easier now than they used to. "Somehow."
He opened one eye, turning to peek up at you. "Somehow?"
"You're very high maintenance."
"I'm not high maintenance." He closed his eye again, nuzzling the side of his face against your thigh. "I'm just... particular."
"You're particular."
"Very particular. About you. I'm particular about you."
Your heart did that thing it always did when he said things like that—that soft flutter that had become so familiar over the past two years.
"You're also very cheesy," you said.
"Cheesy and yours." He grinned, still not opening his eyes. "That's the deal."
You went back to your book, one hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His hand on your knee had stilled, his fingers loosely curled around your leg.
The house was quiet, the only sounds were the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of pages as you turned them. The winter sun was setting outside, casting long shadows across the room, painting everything in shades of gold and amber.
It was peaceful, perfect, and so utterly Keonho and you that you couldn't imagine it any other way.
"Hey," he said, his voice soft, barely above a murmur.
"Hmm?"
"Remember how we met?"
You looked down at him. His eyes were still closed, but his smile had softened into something thoughtful.
"You mean when you tackled me when I was walking home?" You said, raising your eyebrows slightly. "And nearly killed me?"
"I didn't nearly kill you." He opened his eyes, turning and looking up at you with mock offense. "I gently collided with you. Don’t be so dramatic."
"You knocked me over and my books went flying."
"Okay, but I picked them up for you." He grinned. "That was very chivalrous of me."
"You just shoved them in my hands while apologising at a thousand miles an hour."
"I was panicking." He reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "I'd just run into the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. What was I supposed to do? Stay calm?"
You felt your face warm. "You didn't think I was pretty then."
"I did." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought you were pretty the moment I looked up and saw you standing there. I just didn't say it because I was too busy apologising and making a fool of myself."
You blinked. "Really?"
"Really." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "I went home that night and told Seonghyeon I'd met the most beautiful girl in school and I'd nearly murdered her."
You laughed, bright and surprised. "You did not."
"I did." He was grinning now. "He told me I was being dramatic, and I told him he didn't understand. I was very dramatic about it. That's just who I am."
"I know. I've noticed."
"Yeah, but you don't mind." His voice was warm. "That's why you're my favourite person."
Your heart swelled at his words, the feeling of heat creeping up your neck. "You're my favourite person too."
You felt him smile against your leg. "I love you," he said, his voice soft and sure. "I don't say it enough. But I love you."
"You say it plenty."
"I know. But I still don't say it enough." He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love the way you read books and ignore me. I love the way you laugh when I say something stupid. I love the way you let me be quiet around you, even though I'm not good at being quiet."
"You're good at being quiet around me."
"Because you make it easy." His thumb traced your jaw. "You make everything easy. You make me feel like I don't have to perform all the time. Like I can just... be."
You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You can just be," you whispered against his skin. "That's the whole point."
He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
You went back to your book, and he went back to tracing patterns on your knee. The sun dipped lower, the room growing dimmer, but neither of you moved to turn on a light, existing in your own, quiet, ecosystem.
Of course, though, Keonho was still Keonho. And that meant he'd still have moments where his usual energy would come roaring back, filling whatever room he was in with noise and chaos. But even those moments—especially those moments—somehow made you love him more.
One Saturday afternoon you were curled up on his couch again, a book in your hands that he had recently gifted you. Keonho was in the kitchen, supposedly making cookies, though you'd been hearing a lot of noises: cabinet doors opening and closing, the clatter of dishes, something that sounded suspiciously like a pan being dropped on the floor.
"Are you okay in there?" You called out, glancing down the hall.
"FINE!" His voice was too loud, too cheerful. "EVERYTHING IS FINE. I AM VERY CAPABLE."
You were about to go back to your book when you heard a crash followed by a rapid string of curses that would've made your grandmother faint.
You sighed, marking your page, and made your way to the kitchen.
Keonho was standing in the middle of what looked like a war zone. Flour dusted the countertops, the floor, his shirt, and somehow even his hair. A bowl was overturned in the sink, and there was something suspiciously charred smoking in a pan on the stove.
He turned to you with a sheepish grin, his face dusted with white powder.
"Hi," he said. "I was making you cookies. It's not going well."
You looked at the chaos around him. "I can see that."
"It's okay. I have a plan." He held up a bag of pre-made cookie dough. "I was going to do it from scratch, but then things happened, so I'm pivoting."
"Things happened."
"Things happened." He gestured vaguely at the mess. "I don't know what things, they just happened."
You bit back a smile. "You set the kitchen on fire."
"It was a small fire! A contained fire! I put it out immediately!" He paused. "Okay, the fire alarm went off, but I handled it."
"How?"
"I waved a towel at it."
You couldn't help it and laughed, bright and surprised, his face lighting up like you'd just given him a gift.
"You're laughing!" He said. "At my pain. You're laughing at my suffering."
"I'm laughing at your baking," you corrected. "Never your pain."
"The baking is the cause of my pain." He grabbed the bag of cookie dough and held it up triumphantly. "But this is my redemption arc. Watch and be amazed."
He tore open the bag with more force than necessary, and a puff of flour exploded in his face, leaving him standing there frozen and blinking.
You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh.
"Don't," he warned. "Don't you dare."
You immediately burst out laughing, bending over slightly to catch yourself.
He groaned, but he was smiling. "This is bullying. This is emotional abuse."
"You're the one who decided to bake."
"I was trying to do something nice!"
"I appreciate the effort." You walked over, brushing a smudge of flour off his cheek with your thumb as your palm cupped his jaw. "But next time, maybe just buy cookies."
"Where's the fun in that?" He leaned into your touch, his eyes soft and shining as they looked into your own. "I wanted to do something special for you."
"Keonho, you're special enough."
He dropped the bag of cookie dough and pulled you into his arms, flour and all. His chin rested on top of your head. "You're too good to me," he murmured.
"You're the one who almost burned down your kitchen."
"I would burn down a thousand kitchens for you." He paused and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his brain. "Wait, that's a terrible thing to say. I mean—"
"I know what you mean."
"You do?"
"Mmhm." You pulled back to look at him, his face still covered in flour. "You're ridiculous, but you're my ridiculous."
He grinned, wide and unguarded. "I love you."
"I know." You reached up, wiping a smear of flour from his nose. "I love you too. Even if you can't bake."
"That's offensive. I can bake. I'm an excellent baker in fact. This was just a test run."
"Of what?"
"Of my ability to make cookies." He paused. "I failed, but I'll get there, just give me time. Rome wasn't built in a day."
"Rome didn't have you."
"Exactly. So imagine what I can do."
The sun had fully set by the time you moved to your natural positions on the sofa, the room dark except for the soft glow of the streetlight outside.
"Hey," you said softly.
"Mm?"
"I'm glad you tackled me on my walk home."
He laughed, quiet and warm. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I wouldn't change a thing."
He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, and pulled you down for a proper kiss. You both melted into it, the pure feeling of love swelling so deeply in your chest you couldn’t focus on anything but him. It was soft and slow and full of everything he couldn't say.
When you pulled back, he was smiling.
"Me neither," he said. "Not a single thing."
On paper, you and Keonho made absolutely no sense.
You were polar opposites. A quiet girl who disappeared into the background and a boy who lit up every room he walked into.
But none of that mattered because somewhere along the way, you'd realised that opposites didn't have to clash. Sometimes, they just fit perfectly and effortlessly.
He was the sun, bright and uncontainable, and you were the moon, steady and still, and you'd learned that the sky was big enough for both. That the most beautiful moments happened when the sun and moon shared the horizon—when the world was painted in shades of gold and silver, light and shadow dancing together in perfect harmony. The sunset wasn't beautiful despite the coexistence of day and night, it was beautiful because of it.
The sun didn't dim for the moon and the moon didn't fade for the sun, they simply existed together, each making the other more breathtaking.
story summary - In which the boys deal with their girlfriends period.
pairings - CORTIS x reader
contains - ot5, the boys are WARRIORS, fluff, mentions of cuddling, they're all down bad, cuties, I wrote this because I have terrible cramps, mentions of periods, silliness, all love, yoongi sneak, reader is a self aware queen in Seonghyeon’s
notes - sorry for not posting I have really bad writers block rn 😭
✚ Rapper!Martin x fan!Reader ⋮ pt1 ⋮ bananagirl masterlist
desc - you’ve been a fan of martins music since before he was on all streaming platforms, since before he was doing live performances and headlining for famous artists. But you never knew that sliding into a his DMs would lead you to suddenly being his girlfriend but here you are!
Note - this was originally a oneshot but since it got hella popular I wanna milk the clout and also I didn’t add cheese ball so I wanted to continue I hope this doesn’t flop I will be very sad and very embarrassed
martin treats you gently in ways that don't draw attention to themselves. he'd quietly move you to the inside of the sidewalk, switch drinks with you if yours didn't taste the way you expected, or pull your sleeves over your hands whenever they slipped up your wrists. by the time you notice, he's already doing something else.
whenever you stop to admire something, he never rushes you. he'd simply wait beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, listening as though your excitement is the most important part of his day.
JAMES
james believes princess treatment means making you laugh before anything else. no matter how stressful the day had been, he'd somehow find a way to pull a smile out of you, insisting that seeing you laugh was worth embarrassing himself for.
he loves taking candid photos of you not the posed ones ⎯ the moments where you're laughing halfway through a sentence or looking at something with that sparkle in your eyes.
JUHOON
juhoon rarely asks if you need help because he's already notices before you'd do. he'd quietly untangle your necklace, refill your water while you're distracted, or remember exactly where you left off whenever you forgot the story you were telling.
he has this habit of handing the nicer looking piece without thinking. the crispier fry, the prettier pastry, the slice with more toppings. only when someone points it out does he realize he's been doing it all along.
SEONGHYEON
seonghyeon has never been shy about loving you. he'd naturally reach for your hand whenever the two of you walked together, pull you into his side whenever you stood close enough, or absentmindedly play with your fingers while the two of you talked. to him affection has never been something worth holding back ⎯ it simply comes out as naturally as breathing.
he'd always find some excuses to have you close. whether it's resting his chin on your shoulder while you scroll through you phone or quietly wrapping an arm around you waist just because he can, he'd smile as if being near you is his favorite place to be.
KEONHO
keonho somehow has the ability to make you forget whatever had been bothering you. he'd drag you into the most random conversations, convince you to stop by a convenience store at midnight or challenge you to weird games until you were laughing so hard you'd forgotten why you were upset in the first place.
he'd act like the biggest kid whenever the two of you were together, yet somehow become surprisingly reliable the moment it mattered. before you even realized you needed help, he'd already be standing beside you with a quiet, "i've got it."
[ i can’t remember the blog that i learned it from, but if i can find it, i will link them here ]
in this tutorial, i’m going to teach you how to make gradient text like this in your tumblr posts. i work off of desktop, so i’m going to follow those controls.
synopsis; when cortis's chaotic leader gets his wisdom teeth pulled, a loopy, heavily sedated martin takes his affection to hilarious new heights.
tags; martin x reader fluff mentions of blood crack just martin being down bad oneshot 1211 words
notes; by popular vote: new oneshot ! got this idea because i got a snap flashback from my wisdom tooth removal… let’s just say martin’s hell of a lot cuter than i was lol. lmk which idea i should write out next, or send an ask, i’m always open to new ideas! 🤞🏻
"if i don't make it... you have to promise me you'll give my pokemon card collection to keonho," martin slurred, sinking heavily into the passenger seat of your car with completely glazed eyes. he was holding an ice pack with a neon pink band against his swollen left cheek, and his tongue seemed entirely too large for his mouth. "but tell seonghyeon he can't touch my recording studio. that's a sacred space now."
you couldn't suppress a loud laugh as you leaned across the center console to click his seatbelt into place. "martin, you just had your wisdom teeth pulled. you are not going to die."
he stared at you as if you had just revealed the deepest, most profound secret of the universe. his eyes blew up to the size of saucers. "you are... so beautiful. has anyone ever told you that? are you an angel? am i in heaven right now?"
"no, you're in the dental clinic parking lot," you smiled, gently patting his unswollen cheek. his skin was incredibly warm, and the second your fingers brushed his face, he leaned his entire weight into your palm like an affectionate puppy.
"we have to get married," he decided, his voice thick and heavily slurred. "right now. call the manager. he needs to rent a church. and a bouncy castle. for the boys."
"let's get you home first," you amusedly replied, starting the engine and pulling out into the street.
during the entire drive, martin was on an absolute loop. he hummed fragmented melodies of asap rocky’s songs, complained loudly that his tongue had "fallen asleep," and kept a tight, desperate grip on your hand. every time you stopped at a red light, he seized the opportunity to cup your face with his large hands, blinking slowly as if checking to make sure you weren't a hallucination.
when you finally arrived at his apartment, getting him up to the living room was a minor workout. his legs were still functioning like pure jello. he was swallowed up by the oversized sweatpants and zip-up hoodie you had laid out for him earlier.
the moment his hips hit the soft cushions of the sofa, he tugged firmly on the hem of your shirt, pulling you down toward him with surprising strength. a dramatic, heavy pout formed on his lips.
"kiss me," he demanded, his voice muffled by the thick gauze packed into his mouth. he already had his eyes closed, jutting his chin out expectantly. "i just fought the most painful battle of my life, general. i deserve a victory kiss."
you burst out laughing, gently placing your hands on his shoulders to hold him at a safe distance. "absolutely not, martin. you still have blood in your mouth from the surgery. that is entirely unromantic right now."
he opened one eye, looking at you in complete, utterly betrayed disbelief as he placed a hand theatratically over his heart. "you... you deny me my medicine? my heart is breaking. i'm bleeding out from the inside, y/n."
"we'll kiss later, i promise," you whispered soothingly, leaning down to press a very careful, tender kiss to his forehead instead. "when you wake up and your mouth is clean. right now, you need to lie down and sleep off the anesthesia."
he let out a disgruntled rumble but immediately wrapped his long arms securely around your waist, pulling you down onto the sofa with him so you were resting half-on, half-off his chest. he buried his face right into your shoulder, holding you like his own personal body pillow. within five minutes, his breathing slowed, and he was dead to the world.
the steady patter of summer rain outside was the only sound in the room when martin finally stirred. the sharp, heavy fog of the anesthesia had entirely lifted, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache in his jaw what was perfectly manageable thanks to the painkillers.
he blinked a few times, realizing he was still on the couch, his head resting comfortably in your lap. you were sitting quietly, one of your hands casually running through his soft hair while you scrolled through your phone.
"hey," he croaked. his voice was deep and raspy, and the swelling in his cheek had fully set in, making him look slightly lopsided.
you immediately looked down, a warm smile spreading across your face. "hey. look who's back among the living. how's the jaw feeling?"
"feels like james kicked me during choreography," he mumbled, trying to smile but instantly wincing and holding his cheek. "but my head is clear. sorry... i was probably completely out of it, wasn't i?"
you set your phone down on the coffee table, a highly mischievous grin taking over your features. "oh, martin. 'out of it' doesn't even cover it. you made absolute history today."
martin groaned loudly, dragging a couch cushion over his face to hide. "oh no. please tell me i didn't do anything too embarrassing."
"well," you began, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you started counting on your fingers. "first, you wrote your will and left your pokemon card collection to keonho because you thought you wouldn't survive the afternoon. then you asked if i was an angel and wanted to call your manager to organize a church wedding with a bouncy castle for the members."
a muffled, intensely pained groan echoed from beneath the cushion. his ears were turning a bright, vibrant shade of crimson. "i want to die. take me back to the dentist."
"wait, i saved the best part for last," you giggled, gently pulling the cushion away from his face so you could make eye contact. "you tried to aggressively kiss me because you claimed you were a 'general' who deserved a victory kiss. i had to reject you because you literally had blood in your mouth."
martin stared at you with wide, completely mortified eyes. "i did... what? oh my god, y/n, i'm so sorry. that's so gross."
"i thought it was incredibly cute," you replied honestly, leaning down to brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes. "and i did promise you that we would make up for it once you were fully awake and had washed your mouth out."
martin’s expression shifted in a fraction of a second. the sheer embarrassment melted away, replaced by that familiar, hyperactive spark that usually meant he was about to do something chaotic. despite his throbbing jaw, his energetic spirit snapped right back.
"stay right here," he mumbled, scrambling off your lap and sprinting down the hallway into the bathroom.
you could hear the frantic sounds of running water, aggressive gargling, and mouthwash before he re-emerged less than two minutes later. he practically threw himself back onto the sofa next to you—fresh, clean, and carrying a triumphant grin despite looking like a hamster hiding food in his left cheek.
he took your face gently between his large, warm hands, his gaze locking onto yours with a deep, genuine affection that instantly made your heart skip.
"okay," he whispered, his voice smooth and entirely steady now. "no blood. no dentist nonsense. just me. can i finally have my victory kiss now?"
you smiled, looping your arms around his neck to pull him down. "yes, martin. now you can."
✍🏻 Seonghyeon never says "I love you," but asks everything that means it.
୨୧ ‧₊˚university au • slow burn • comfort romance • friends to lovers • fem!reader × seonghyeon • minor injury • emotional yearning • kisses ── wc. 1637
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miu's thoughts ✦ sooo finally back with another fic for our dear seannn, schl is killn me fr😭. If you like my work don't forget to follow and support<33
The university campus was loud.
Not loud in the sense of noise.
It was loud because everyone seemed to belong somewhere.
Groups of friends occupied every corner. Laughter echoed from the cafeteria. Students walked shoulder to shoulder, sharing stories only they understood.
And then there was you.
Walking alone with your backpack hanging from one shoulder.
Not lonely.
Just alone.
You preferred it that way.
Or at least that was what you told yourself.
"Hey!"
You turned.
Keonho jogged toward you with his usual bright grin.
"You skipped lunch again."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
"I had coffee."
"That's not lunch."
"It counts."
"It doesn't"
Keonho looked genuinely offended.
You laughed.
A few steps behind him were the rest of his friends.
Juhoon.
Martin.
James.
And Seonghyeon.
Unlike the others, Seonghyeon wasn't talking.
His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets as he listened to James complain dramatically about a professor.
"You see this?" James pointed at you. "This is another victim of academic pressure."
"Thank you," you said.
"You're welcome."
Seonghyeon's gaze briefly landed on you.
Just for a second.
Then he looked away.
For some reason, that always happened.
You'd catch him looking.
Then he'd immediately pretend he wasn't.
─
The five boys had somehow adopted you into their group.
Nobody knew exactly when.
Maybe because Keonho talked to everyone.
Maybe because Martin hated seeing people eat alone.
Maybe because James decided you were entertaining.
Or maybe because Seonghyeon quietly kept leaving the seat next to him empty whenever the group met.
None of you mentioned it.
It just happened.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
The friendships settled into something comfortable.
You learned that Juhoon was surprisingly competitive.
Martin always carried snacks.
James never stopped talking.
Keonho could make anyone laugh.
And Seonghyeon...
Seonghyeon noticed everything.
Things nobody else paid attention to.
—
"You have a presentation tomorrow."
You blinked.
"What?"
Seonghyeon looked up from his phone.
"Marketing class."
"Oh."
You stared.
"How do you know that?"
"You mentioned it."
"That was two weeks ago."
He shrugged.
As if remembering something you said two weeks ago was normal.
Your heart did something strange.
─
The semester grew busier.
Assignments piled up.
Exams approached.
Sleep became a luxury.
One evening, you remained in the library long after everyone else left.
When you finally checked your phone, there were three messages.
Keonhoho🐶
Yuh still alivee??
DivaJames💅🏻
Gurll! If u fail tmrw we pretendin we don't know u🙄
And one from Seonghyeon.
Sean🦊
Eat something.
That was it.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Just those two words.
You smiled despite yourself.
You too.
The reply came almost immediately.
Already did.
For some reason, that made you feel warm.
─
The routine started after that.
Small messages.
Random check-ins.
Nothing romantic.
Nothing obvious.
Just...
Sean🦊
Reached home?
Drink water
U sound sick
Bring a jacket tmrw
The weather app says it'll be cold
Sometimes you wondered if he did it consciously.
Or if caring simply came naturally to him.
─
One Friday evening, the group stayed late after class.
The sun was setting.
Orange light painted the campus buildings.
James and Keonho were arguing over something ridiculous.
Martin was laughing.
Juhoon looked ready to leave.
You sat beside Seonghyeon on a concrete bench.
Neither of you spoke.
The silence wasn't awkward.
It never was.
Then suddenly he said,
"You look tired."
You glanced at him.
"So do you."
"I slept."
"Liar."
A tiny smile appeared on his face.
Tiny.
Almost invisible.
But it was there.
And somehow that smile felt more precious than anyone else's laughter.
─
The realization came slowly.
Like sunrise.
Not dramatic.
Not sudden.
One day you were talking to him.
The next day you were looking for him in every room.
The day after that, you noticed how safe you felt whenever he was nearby.
And suddenly...
You couldn't imagine your days without him.
─
Unfortunately, life didn't care about your feelings.
Midterm season arrived.
Everyone became busy.
Schedules stopped matching.
Group lunches disappeared.
Conversations became shorter.
Days passed without seeing him.
Then one evening, while walking home, your phone vibrated.
Sean🦊
Reached home?
Your chest tightened.
A simple message.
Yet somehow it felt like the best part of your day.
Almost.
Three dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
A text.
Text me when you arrive.
You smiled the entire walk home.
─
The accident happened two weeks later.
Nothing serious.
Just enough to scare everyone.
You were crossing the street near campus when a cyclist lost control.
You avoided the collision.
But fell hard.
Your ankle twisted painfully.
By the time your friends arrived, you were sitting on the pavement trying not to cry.
James arrived first.
Then Martin.
Then Juhoon.
Then Keonho.
And finally—
Seonghyeon.
Breathless.
Like he'd run the entire way.
His eyes immediately found yours.
"What happened?"
You opened your mouth.
Nothing came out.
For the first time since the fall, the pain felt real.
Because he was here.
Because he looked worried.
Really worried.
"I'm okay."
"You don't look okay."
His voice was calm.
But his hands were trembling slightly.
Nobody else seemed to notice.
You did.
─
The clinic confirmed it wasn't serious.
A sprain.
A few days of rest.
Nothing more.
Everyone relaxed.
Everyone except Seonghyeon.
For the next week, he became impossible.
Carrying your bag.
Bringing notes.
Walking beside you.
Checking if your ankle hurt.
Making sure you ate.
Making sure you rested.
Making sure you weren't pushing yourself.
"You know," James said one afternoon.
"I think Seonghyeon cares more about your ankle than you do."
The entire table laughed.
Seonghyeon rolled his eyes.
But his ears turned red.
And your heart nearly exploded.
─
One evening, you stayed behind after class.
The campus was nearly empty.
The sky glowed soft gold.
You sat on the staircase outside the main building.
A few minutes later, someone sat beside you.
Seonghyeon.
Of course.
"You should be resting."
"You sound like my doctor."
"You should listen to your doctor."
You laughed.
He looked at you.
Really looked.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The world seemed strangely quiet.
Then he asked softly,
"Did you get scared?"
You froze.
Nobody had asked that.
Everyone asked if you were hurt.
Nobody asked if you were scared.
You swallowed.
"A little."
His expression softened.
And suddenly you understood.
All those messages.
All those reminders.
All those little moments.
He worried.
About you.
Constantly.
─
The confession wasn't planned.
Neither of yours.
It simply happened.
Like most important things.
A few days later, the group gathered at Martin's apartment.
Movies.
Snacks.
Chaos.
Typical.
Halfway through the night, everyone migrated to the living room.
You stepped onto the balcony for fresh air.
A minute later, Seonghyeon joined you.
Neither of you seemed surprised.
The city lights stretched endlessly below.
"You've been quiet."
"So have you."
"Hm."
Silence.
Comfortable silence.
Then you said it.
Without thinking.
"I missed you."
His head turned immediately.
Your heart stopped.
Too late.
The words were already out.
His eyes searched your face.
For a long moment.
Then he quietly admitted,
"I missed you too."
Everything changed.
In a single second.
─
The relationship developed slowly.
The same way your friendship had.
No dramatic declarations.
No rushing.
Just more time together.
More conversations.
More smiles.
More comfort.
More love.
─
One evening, after a late study session, he walked you home.
The streets were peaceful.
The air cool.
When you reached your apartment building, neither of you moved.
Neither wanted the night to end.
Finally, Seonghyeon sighed.
"You should go inside."
"I know."
Neither moved.
Again.
You laughed.
He laughed too.
Then unexpectedly, his hand found yours.
Warm.
Steady.
Natural.
Like it belonged there.
Your heart melted.
─
A week later, he kissed your forehead for the first time.
You'd fallen asleep while studying.
When you woke, the library was almost empty.
Seonghyeon sat beside you.
Watching over your abandoned notes.
"You slept for forty minutes."
"Oh no."
"You needed it."
Before you could respond, he leaned forward.
Pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.
Your entire brain stopped functioning.
His cheeks turned red immediately afterward.
But he didn't take it back.
─
The cheek kiss happened next.
A celebration.
After final exams.
Everyone was happy.
James was practically screaming.
Keonho was laughing.
Martin was taking photos.
Juhoon was bragging.
And you were standing beside Seonghyeon.
Smiling.
He looked at you.
A look full of quiet affection.
Then gently kissed your cheek.
The world disappeared.
Leaving only him.
─
The lip kiss came much later.
Not because either of you didn't want it.
Because neither wanted to rush.
It happened during another evening walk.
The same familiar streets.
The same comfortable silence.
The same feeling of home.
You stopped beneath a streetlamp.
Looking at him.
Really looking.
At the boy who remembered every important date.
The boy who always checked if you'd eaten.
The boy who worried when you were sick.
The boy who quietly loved you long before either of you said it aloud.
"You know," you said softly.
"What?"
"You never actually confessed."
His smile appeared.
Small.
Warm.
Rare.
"I know."
"So?"
"So what?"
You laughed.
"Tell me."
His gaze softened.
The city lights reflected in his eyes.
For a moment, he simply looked at you.
Then stepped closer.
Close enough for your heart to forget how to beat..
"I love you."
The words were quiet.
Simple.
Honest.
Perfect.
Your eyes filled with tears immediately.
And before either of you could say anything else, he cupped your face gently.
Leaning down.
Pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
No rush.
No desperation.
Just warmth.
Comfort.
Home.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
And for the first time since you'd met him, Eom Seonghyeon said exactly what had been hidden inside every message.
Every reminder.
Every worried glance.
Every check-in.
Every moment.
"Text me when you get home."
You laughed through your tears.
"I'm standing right here."
"I know."
His smile widened.
"But I still want to know you're okay."
And somehow, that sounded even better than "I love you."
Because with Seonghyeon, it always meant the same thing.
martin is horrible at surprises and y/n is horrible at waiting. their anniversary, seemingly forgotten, ends in a break up! martin knows that not everyone deserves a second chance…unless it’s him 😅 now his one focus is getting the love of his life back. but in order to do that, they both have to put their prides away, which is a lot harder than you would think.
martin x femreader
Attracted to u @ig-gigi
CORTIS goes to the melbourne pink pantheress concert where coincidentally famous dancer Y/n L/n happens to be a backup dancer in. since pink is notorious for being a k-pop fan she invites CORTIS backstage after one of the staff spotted the 5 members, well. . . the rest is history.
#SNEAK DISSERS? THATS THAT SHI I DONT LIKE @kaikaikoi
your ex's girlfriend is getting too comfortable sneak dissing you on public platforms, you and your bsf decide to take matters into your own hands
scammer boy @juh00n
you knew not to buy from just any reseller, but you never imagined you’d get scammed by someone who goes to school with you!
true romance @yuahnfen
after releasing a song about your celebrity crush for your new album, you go viral all over social media. In an interview, you confess the song was about Martin ( a few other songs too..) a renowned producer and artist, resulting in you getting swept in a sea of dating rumours with him. Some of his parasocial fans might be mad, but, hey at least you’re getting your cash. What happens when he asks you to feature on his song? it's nothing more than work, right?
solo artist!martin x solo artist!fem!reader
ayy trynna get myself sum guitars fine shyt! @goyangireels
having had a crush on martin edwards for some time, y/n decides it's time to catch his attention by finding someone to teach her guitar
martin edwards x fem!reader
live accident @illriize
yn is a famous korean singer based in L.A, and martin and juhoon are her biggest fans. what they don’t know is that she is secretly a big cortis fan as well. during their instagram live she accidentally joins it on her official account, leaving comments which cause them to freak out.
idol!martin x popstar!yn x idol!juhoon
paper hearts @nooriiz
martin does nothing but pass notes in class to cure his boredom, soon one day he believes he has found his longtime pen pal. or the one where martin is down bad…
fine shyt hmu @reinxoxz
texts between y/n and her moot whom she has a fat friend crush on but is too shy to interact with him 🤧
niche! Y/n x niche! Martin
kill all men...(except him) @juhooniesdoll
in which Martin tries his hardest to win over the reader…except she hates men.
he loves you in every outfit @eu4mi
martin genuinely loves how girly and true to yourself you are, a true lover boy at heart.
________
JAMES
my exclusive monchhichi @cheeskeik
reader has a mini obsession with monchhichis and absolutely freaked out when she found one of her exclusive one gone.
undevided attention @flwrhui
you have a crush on your little brother's friend but for some reason, keonho is oddly possessive over him
james x f!rdr ft. lil bro!keonho
thrifting!!@ijustchokeonacaii
down bad @cnndles
your bsf, james, is incredibly down bad for you. you don’t care much, you even find it kinda cute..
mr captain @crtisbambi
the ice hockey captain fell for the coaches daughter
personal fav !
the art of wanting @zombilit
james knows that he loves you, but he isn’t sure if you love him back. he also knows that he doesn’t want to be in a relationship where it’s only him putting effort in, so he decides that it’s best you guys take a break. now that he’s out of your life, you begin to realize just how important he was to you.
now playing...jealous by nick jonas @bamb1bgirl
james' long time admirer, yuna (oc), starts getting closer to another guy?
i met my bias at a jackson wang party @flwrhui
when your best friend convinces forces you to attend a party, you don't expect to meet your bias in the most inconvenient way possible
personal fav !
heart beat @aesprn
After Music Bank's messy game, James' celebrity crush gets exposed, and suddenly you can't keep your eyes off of him. But the fans can't keep their eyes off the both of you
rapper's gf? wife! @i-kai
a look into the married life of you, a supermodel, and james, a rapper.
famous!james x famous!reader
so you think I'm pretty ? @eu4mi
james would do everything and anything for his cute and pretty girlfriend.
pure hatred @ig-gigi
The 6th member of new jeans Y/n L/n, or rather mostly known as just Y/n, has an unexplainable hatred for the group CORTIS . . . No one knows why, and no one will ever know, she claims. James has zero idea who she is or might’ve been other than a member of her group. How will the hatred end ───Will it end?
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JUHOON
Who knows ? @cheeskeik
juhoon and reader were in a relationship way before debuting, but they slowly faded away from eachother thinking the other fell out of love when in reality they were both busy preparing their debuts. unexpectedly, they meet again at a concert of both their favourite singer.
idol!juhoon x illit!reader
Drop dead @fixqn
idol! kim juhoon x jungkook sister! reader
do i miss him ? @lemongularly
fatal attempts of getting ur ex to come back… but still gotta be chill about it
ex!kimjuhoon x larp!reader, runitback?😳
ugg wearing c*nt! @camouflawdd
getting scouted in the middle of nowhere france for hybe x morevision’s new survival show was supposed to be the start of a dream. instead, it left her with a reputation she never asked for, earning her the nickname “manon’s lazier sister” despite all her hard work. now, months after debuting in the company’s first co-ed group ‘idle’, she’s become one of k-pop’s most talked-about stars. with fans who adore her, antis who can’t stand her, and a smile that never seems to fade, the last thing she needs is to keep running into the one person she thought she’d left in the past—kim juhoon.
she ain't my baby @reinxoxz
this generation’s most known nepo baby and rising top model, y/n l/n, gets caught attending several CORTIS events, which is strange, because even though she did work with idols as a former child model, everyone and their mothers know she doesn’t even fw Kpop like that. But she definitely fw an idol she met when she was 10 years old, to the point where she uses her daddy’s money to follow him everywhere 📸
idol! Juhoon x nepo baby/model! Y/n
live accident @illriize
yn is a famous korean singer based in L.A, and martin and juhoon are her biggest fans. what they don’t know is that she is secretly a big cortis fan as well. during their instagram live she accidentally joins it on her official account, leaving comments which cause them to freak out.
idol!martin x popstar!yn x idol!juhoon
coincidence ? i think not @ramenweemz
in which the five friends encounter the "weird" girl in school; from manifestations to tarot cards, yn has got it all & the universe on her side. your unlikely friendship with the five blooms, however juhoon refuses to believe any of your "weird" crap until coincidences happen.
witchy!fem yn x nerd!juhoon
personal fav !
holy hairball @i-kai
lebron and savannah, stephen and ayesha, juhoon and you..? that was always the prophecy your boyfriend and you had since you were 6, but puberty changes people and so it did for the two of you.
after having an epiphany over the summer, juhoon was ready to change things and win you back. unfortunately for him, things aren’t the same as when you were in kindergarten and being yours meant stepping up his game.
xoxo @eub11ss
Hello upper east siders, the bitch is back. You thought you could get all sneaky behind my back and never get caught at all? Poor you. This time it seems I have managed to evoke fire between two sworn best friends. Who knows, if you are next?
nepobaby!juhoon x nepobaby!reader
personal fav !
when we pop out ?? @onmymac10
like most of the other students in your school, youve taken quite the liking towards the drummer of your school’s band. but unlike everyone else, he surprisingly says yes-to your totally impulse text asking him to date you.
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SEONGHYEON
lil sis got a bf ?! @backonmyswag
seonghyeon's little sister gets her first bf and big brother is kind of skeptical about it.
part time idol + full time fan @jjura
The star Seonghyeon has crushed upon since her early days in the entertainment industry now debuts as an idol under the same company as him.
idol!seonghyeon x fem!reader
break up with your girlfriend , I'm bored @reinxoxz
you're lwk in love with your lwk taken hb😹🏆
better distraction @yuuniversezx
when your situationship makes you feel like you'll never be seen, but his best friend proves that thought otherwise.
boy with the blushing cheeks @azywhwa
your cute regular finally asks you out.
eom seonghyeon x bakery worker ! fem ! reader
keonho's guardian angel & devil @demiurqe
everyone either has a guardian angel or guardian devil. what keonho has is a guardian devil named seonghyeon sitting on his left shoulder whose favorite thing to do is annoy the lovely guardian angel (you) that sits on his right.
or guardian devil!seonghyeon x guardian angel! reader babysits the worst kid on earth: keonho (17), who sent his former guardian angel (juhoon) to the psych ward.
guardian devil!seonghyeon x guardian angel!reader
personal fav !
buy from @ cortisthrifts ! @demiurqe
wanting to buy vivienne westwood clothes, your best friend sends you a thrift shop account on instagram under the name of “corthrifts". you buy from them but it seems like the admin of the account (seonghyeon) has taken a liking to you.
thrift shop owner seonghyeon x femreader
acai @lemongularly
your cafe just added a new food in the menu, and its killing you. while you’re miserable about it, can’t say the same to the rest
acaicrazy!eom seonghyeon x cafeworker! reader
barista boyfriend @dolliriuo
your so called 'manager' of the café you work at just so happens to be the same age as you
loser 'manager' ! seonghyeon x employee ! reader
cupcake @crtisbambi
your crush went private on everything, so that just means one thing. start a fake cupcake business to stalk him obviously
god , i love the way you look at me @cookienjeanz
Seonghyeon got clipped for looking at you now you’re getting shipped with him but you don’t like him. (Idk what this is)
eom Seonghyeon x KATSEYE 7th member reader
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KEONHO
cupid 101 @yzniingz
the ive members are taking their cupid concept a little too seriously
idol!keonho x ive member f!reader
#ihatemybf! @jebi-won
you finally bagged the man of your dreams after all that time spent chasing him. your relationship was fine until it wasn’t. location turned off, texts being left on read, and even cheating rumors. you try to get out of the relationship but you just can’t, and it turns into a messy cycle you keep getting pulled back into. until you meet keonho, fell in love at first sight. that would’ve been perfect except you already have a boyfriend. will you stay with your boyfriend or go through drama just to get with keonho?
personal fav !
the puppy love cafe @fshionalien
with it being summer break, keonho and the others find random things to do. whether it be an escape room, art session, etc. it just is happens when going to this one spot in particular, the new puppy cafe to be exact, he finds interest in a certain person who shows them around the place. that person being you!
customer keonho x employee reader
mission : get her back @carisd
as members of two of the biggest idol groups in the industry, their relationship was falling apart. no matter how packed her schedule was as a KATSEYE member, y/n always made time for him. yet every time she needed him, he was too busy, too distracted, or simply not there. after months of feeling unloved and forgotten, y/n finally reached her breaking point and ended their relationship. keonho was left devastated, by the time he realized how much he had taken her for granted, it was already too late. now, with y/n keeping her distance and their careers constantly putting them in each other's orbit, keonho is determined to get his girl back.
#weindat @itsactuallylina
keonho sees you in wonhee’s tweet and realizes he #needsthat
subscribed to you ! @juh00n
yn never meant to become a content creator. It all started the summer before freshman year when she and her friends were bored out of their minds. she still remembers the way sui jumped out of her seat, sending louis ice cream straight to the ground, after she had suggested they start a youtube channel. looking back, it was one of the best decisions she'd ever made. over the years, their channel became more than just a hobby, it was something they built together. so when yn returns from summer break only to find out a group of boys from her school started their own channel, she isn't exactly thrilled. their videos, editing style, even their overall concept was WAY too similar to hers. convinced they’re nothing more than a cheap copy, she’d determined to be better than them. but between school and online drama, her messy relationships, and one annoyingly persistent boy, she soon realizes the biggest challenge might not be protecting her channel, but figuring out why she can’t stop thinking about him.
media trained @flirticsm
keonho x katseye fem reader
🇲🇽papi vs oppa🇰🇷 @bananagirl222
After Mexico won the game with South Korea you go to your boyfriends house to comfort him while he mopes and acts like you won the game.. ⚽️
personal fav!
its feminine intuition @loveqnai
when keonho accidentally hits you at a music event and fails to realise, he messages you to apologise. one misunderstanding leads to animosity between the maknaes of both the groups. eventually, both groups join forces to get their stubborn youngest ones together.
ahn keonho x KATSEYE 7th member reader
weirdo but I'm real tho ! @lowkeonho
keonho (grounded) attempts to communicate with seonghyeon (not grounded) via student gmail. a few wrong numbers entered leads to him flirting with y/n (stranger) through an email thread! what could go wrong hahaha (a lot)
