hey so... what did y'all genuinely think when hearing about a new boy group that is around your age?
a. "oh my gosh they're so cool! ima stan them!!"
b. "woaaahh.. cortis?? they cool asf"
or
c. "yo ima write smut about them and it's okay because i'm ALSO their age so that means i can cross lines without having the brain capacity to worry about how it's wrong!!!"
if you did a or b, good job. if you thought C??? i genuinely don't know what someone has to say to you in order for you to understand that it's still so so wrong to write or talk about a person like THAT. they don't even know you either bro???
it's just weird cause i've seen so many weird comments and a few tumblr posts.
being the same age range doesn't give you the right to do that!!🤦♀️🤦♀️
OMG I LOVED YOUR KEONHO FLUFF ABOUT THE RECORD SHOP IT WAS SOOOO GOOD
AWWWWE SHUCKS I LOVE YOU (whoever u are) !!!!!! but yea it’s actually ny favorite out of all the ones I’ve written so far. so glad that yall like it too 😓🫶
yeee you need to open up a taglist becauae DANGGGGG 🙇🏽♀️🙇🏽♀️🙇🏽♀️
tbff… I HAVE been thinking about it for some time now but I just didn’t think anyone would be down for that 😭 BUT if you are.. then feel free to send an ask or comment heh !
IN WHICH — you spend your whole life capturing everyone else, and Seonghyeon decides it’s his turn to capture you.
NOTES / 메모 — (cortis) Seonghyeon x photographer!reader. fluff. established relationship. I recommend listening to this. not proofread. wc: 1993 !
YOUR MIND SEEMED TO ALWAYS work better at night.
It wasn’t intentional—your best performance just happens to show up past midnight, when everything was slow, dim, simply when nobody demanded anything from you.
Your laptop was open in front of you, Lightroom loaded, fingers a bit numb from scrolling through the trackpad for hours, and the small desk lamp being the only light left on in the room. You were still in the middle of sorting your shots—the same excuse you told yourself that you’d wrap up by midnight, now long gone.
Your eyes flickered towards the time on the screen, exhaling softly as you read it. 1:17, it said. You were pretty much in a good flow with your work, but you also couldn’t deny the drowsiness that crept into the corners of your eyes, somewhat pestering you to just sleep.
Although you might’ve been thinking a bit too hard as you felt a slow, lazy sort of warmth slide over your shoulders, making you slightly freeze.
With the workload you were facing, you had completely forgotten the presence of your boyfriend, Seonghyeon, who had been slumbering on the bed behind you.
You felt your shoulders slump slowly as you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, sighing gently, melting into his touch. Instinctively, you brought a hand up to his hair, your fingers gently combing through it.
“Sorry.” you muttered softly. “Did I wake you?”
He shook his head at this, his chin now resting on your shoulder. “You didn’t.” he says, voice still groggy from sleep. “The bed just felt a bit cold.”
You blinked, a small smile tugging on your lips, fingers still tangled in his hair. “I’ll be done in a bit.”
He hummed at this, head turning to press a lazy kiss into your hair before leaning forward a bit, eyes trying to adjust to the screen glow, before asking. “What are you working on?”
“Just sorting selects,” you murmured, swiftly scrolling through the files in your screen. “I have to pick twelve shots for the zine layout.”
For a second, Seonghyeon was quiet, his eyes watching your screen flip through a set of photos, scheming through them with ease. Until he spoke up again.
“Can I have a look?” he says, almost a whisper.
Without a word, you slid your chair back two inches so he could see your screen clearly. He leaned in, head close enough that you feel the warm weight of his breath over your cheek.
He scrolls slowly, letting his eyes wander through the screen with each click.
There were hundreds of photographs: mostly pictures of public figures you recently worked with, some random view, stolen shots of people walking, and of course, a few with Seonghyeon inframe.
All taken by you.
Though in the midst of scrolling, he notices something before you do. You saw it, the way a small frown formed on his face as kept scrolling, and scrolling. You didn’t bother questioning him though, thinking he just needed to get back in bed.
Though after another minute, he finally said it.
“You’re not in any of these.”
You blinked, looking at the screen and back at him. Your eyebrows furrowed in a way similar to his, as if you were mirroring his confusion.
“What?”
“You’re never in your own shots.” he clarified, like he was confirming it for himself. “Like ever.”
A soft smile pulled on your lips, breathing out a small laugh. It was normal for Seonghyeon to comment on your work every now and then, you’d always ask for his input anyway, but for him to suddenly question you about something like this—you weren’t quite used to it.
“I mean,” you began, shoulders raising to a shrug, turning to look back at him. “I am the one behind the camera.”
He loosened his hold on your touchpad, just enough to tilt his head and look at you properly.
“I know that,” he says quietly. “But still.”
You knew he wasn’t upset, he could never. Whatever he was trying to imply, you knew he meant it in all good ways—and honestly, you found it amusing that he was the first to point something out: That you were barely on your own work.
You stared at him for a bit, taking in the curiosity he was letting out. Normally, you’d laugh at him for saying such things, but the way he seemed genuinely interested in an answer, that did something to you deep down.
“Does it bother you?” you ask.
“Not really,” he admits. “I just find it.. odd,” he adds, although something in him knows that it was true— it does bug a part of his brain.
You hum at this, nodding slowly. “Odd how?”
He blew a sigh, shrugging. “You have the talent.” he points out like it was nothing. “I just find it weird how you barely have pictures of yourself.”
You turned back to your screen, as if what he said didn’t make your breath hitch. “I just like capturing things.” you said softly. “That feels enough for me.”
As you said this, he went silent—long enough to make you assume he’d finally let it go. But then you felt his arms slip off you, slow and warm, not abrupt, and with no warning, he stepped away.
This made you turn his way, twisting your chair just in time to see him cross the room towards your shelves in the corner. You raise your brow at this, watching the way he picks up one of your spare cameras, swiftly checking the battery, even twisting the lens—all in smooth, practiced motions that look very unlike someone who doesn’t know anything about photography.
“What are you doing?” you ask, confusion growing as seconds pass.
Seonghyeon glances at you over his shoulder, but doesn't respond, his eyes a little too awake for someone who was literally snoozing five minutes ago.
Wordlessly, he turned towards you, raising the camera that pointed right towards you. You freeze, finally taking the hint of what he wants. And in a panicky tone, you spoke up.
“Seonghyeon, I’m literally in the middle of—“
“Please,” he cuts in. The eagerness in his voice enough to soften the room. He steps closer, camera still resting in his hands but lowered slightly now.
“You capture me all the time,” he muttered. “I just wanna return the favor.”
You felt your breath coming in short as you blinked, trying to process what he said. Simultaneously, you felt something in your chest sting, something between warmth and uncertainty. It was stupid, no matter what the circumstances could be, he always knew what to say to make ur throat run dry.
You frowned. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to—“
“Just stay there.” he replied simply as adjusted the aperture.
You felt your eyebrows furrow. “Doing what?”
“Existing.” he says, in a tone as if he was saying the most obvious answer. “That’s quite the point.”
A laugh escapes your lips, the bluntness in Seonghyeon’s words honestly getting to you. “That’s the worst direction I’ve ever heard.”
He lowers the camera again—this time fully. You felt your smile falter as you saw his expression, in the mix of both seriousness and a hint of admiration.
“Baby, I’m serious.” he says, a bit stern. “Just.. I don’t know— be there.”
Your lips hung parted, trying to process each word he said. With a sigh, your shoulders slumped, almost as if you were accepting defeat. You bit your lip for a moment, before speaking out in a whisper.
“Okay..” you say.
Seonghyeon’s breath evens out—slow, relieved, but still gentle—like he’s trying not to spook you. He nods once, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly, not into a smirk, but something a lot softer. He lifts the camera again, adjusting the strap with one hand.
“Okay.” he mimics, more to himself than to you.
You stand there, not really knowing what to do with your hands, with your face, with.. anything honestly. The room is dim except for the monitor glow, your desk lamp casting warm light across your cheekbones. You feel exposed in the smallest, quietest way—not because you’re doing anything flashy, but because you’re doing nothing at all.
He lifts the camera, angling it right at you, adjusting its focus.
“Hey.” he says, voice lower now, “You can breathe, you know.”
You let out a faint laugh under your breath, feeling that dust of crimson in the tips of your ears. “I am breathing.”
“Barely,” he mutters, half amused, half concerned.
You rolled your eyes at this, but let loose anyway. He takes the first photo while you’re still mid-exhale, the unfamiliarity of the flash still catching you off guard. He takes another when you glance away nervously, and another when you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
None of it was intentional. Just you, existing in soft motion—the exact thing he’s been wanting for so long.
He lowers the camera after a few minutes, eyes lingering on you longer than necessary, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “See?” he murmurs. “You’re doing fine.”
You scoff quietly, running a hand down your cheek. “I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
He steps closer, sliding the camera strap off his neck, tilting his head a bit. “You don’t have to know.” Then, with a little shrug, he added swiftly. “I just need you here.”
Your stomach flips—slow, warm, embarrassingly obvious— and you try not to react to the way he’s looking at you, like he’s memorizing the way your face settles when you’re not performing for anyone anymore.
“Can I see?” you ask, nodding towards the camera.
He hands it to you without hesitation. With a few clicks, you scroll through the shots—the candid ones, the ones where you look confused, the one where you’re trying not to smile, the one where you are smiling, losing the battle to yourself.
A breathy laugh slips out of you. “These are so..” you falter, shaking your head. “Why do I look like this?”
“Like what?” he asks, leaning his cheek against your shoulder as he peers at the tiny screen with you, waiting on an answer.
“I don’t know.” you shrug, your brows knitting together in thought. “Unprepared, caught off guard..” you manage.
Seonghyeon stayed quiet for a bit, staring at the screen as you clicked away.
“I like you that way though.” he says simply.
Your fingers paused on the screen. It was always so easy for him to say such things, yet if you had to be honest, not once did it ever feel forced.
Seonghyeon doesn’t try to retract it, immediately catching onto your reaction. You turn to glance at him, only to find him already looking at you—eyes half-lidded, expression open in that rare, early-morning way he only has when he’s still warm from bed, still soft around the edges.
You place the camera on the desk.
He slides his arms around your waist from behind—slow, unhurried, as if he was giving you all the time in the world to pull away if you wanted. Obviously, you don’t.
His lips brush the shell of your ear first, featherlight. Then your cheek, then lower, to the corner of your mouth.
You turn into him just enough for your lips to meet, soft, slow, the kind of touch that feels like he’s trying to tell you something without saying it out loud. His hands trace up your sides, thumbs brushing the hem of your shirt like he’s memorizing your figure.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.
Your room fell silent, your workplace now forgotten in your desk. But that could wait, you thought. Because in all honesty, in the midst of all the limelight Seonghyeon was always surrounded with nowadays, he knew he could never get tired of looking at you.
- end -
[ 📻 — finally got a break from uni, not for long though ://ANYWAYS, hope you guys enjoy this heh in honor of cortis winning rookie of the year!!!! ]
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