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HAHAHAHAH BUHAY PA AKO DW๐ฅน I just lost motivation on what to write !! My mistake was probably trying to finish old wips like the Keonho Valentine's fic part 2๐ญ ITS BEEN MONTHS I KNOWW but yeah UGFYIAYDHSHAGS
So I would appreciate if u guys can drop some inspo in my inbox teehee and ofc ill give credits <3
anyway some yaps for yall๐ฅน โ> besides all that, I've just been trying to enjoy my summer break !! Currently trying to learn sign language because i was watching Twinkling Watermelon (i love this kdrama sm omd its my favorite) and just trying to enjoy my youth hehe. Well, some days I'm js doing chores and some days I go out with my family but I'm having fun :))
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a user by the name of @/selestiyara is posting 18+ audios of martin & james. i just stumbled across this while shifting through the cortis hashtag.
this is becoming an increasing issue, and this is even more shocking since martin JUST turned 18. it's been A MONTH.
are we genuinely ITCHING to make sexual content of the boys? comments under their post asking for seonghyeon audios? he is 17. these are real people ๐ญ idols are REAL people ๐ญ
quoting myself AGAIN from THIS POST
and to those that say "you can scroll," try not to say phrases that deflect responsibility away from youโ and please remain mature about who is consuming your content.
and if your counterargument is โbut xxx is almost 18!โ take a step back and ask yourself why you need to wait for someone to be legal to feel morally, socially and ethically correct to sexualize them. 18 is extremely young. and waiting til someone is 18 is odd.
if your defense is GENUINELY "so what? at least he's 18" please ask yourself WHY waiting for a minor teenager to turn legal is your best defense. i don't even have an adjective to describe how I'm feeling.
PLEASE BLOCK, REPORT AND DO NOT ENGAGE. this user obviously knows what they are doing and do not care. they likely won't see this because I have them blocked, but a GENERAL MESSAGE to the rest of cortisblr;
do not bring this kind of content into a community full of MINORS where the idols ARE BARELY OR JUST LEGAL.
mind you there are OF AGE idols that you can write aboutโฆ why r we aging up keonho? and trynna slide in some suggestive shit and no one in they comment r sayin nothin ๐ค personally thas a little weirdddd to me but wtv ig ๐ซฉ
โโ โฆ SYNOPSIS: Choi Yeonjun. An artist just trying to get through his first year of college. He makes pretty lovely paintings, his family and friends would say.
But his paintings tell a different story โ it tells a world beyond what people see. A world only he sees and can never get the answers about. People would tell him it's just his imagination. Some might even say he was probably going insane.
But you, another first year student, whoโs not ordinary as most people think, doesn't think that. Because you also see the world in his paintings.
Maybe he really isn't going insane after all. Maybe you could give him the answers he seeks.
And maybe because of you, he doesn't feel alone anymore.
Genre: Written Fanfiction, Action, Angst, Fluff, Fantasy (includes Greek Mythology, similar to the Percy Jackson series), SFW (making sure this will be safe for minors/young teens)
Main Cast: College student!Choi Yeonjun ร Daughter of Hades!reader (Both are the same age)
Contains/Warnings: some action, topic of death is included, grief, taking some liberty in writing (so some things may be inaccurate or very inaccurate, i apologize)
โฆ myka's note: Hello Moablr! (Kinda nervous pls be nice on me hahahs๐ ) Anyways, I'll be sharing this story soon but this is js the announcement for it and honestly I'm pretty excited. This story has been in my head since Ghost Girl came out and is also the reason I made a tumblr account HAHA (even tho I mostly ended up being a Cortis writer but it's not too late.) As of right now I'm revising the 1st chapter and planning how the story ends to at least be slightly organized.
Ghost Girl will be pretty different from my other works, since most are fluff fanfics. This one leans more into the angsty side but also some mystery and action (kinda going back to my roots in writing lol). I guess you can think of it as reading any PJO/HOO book or whatever you liked reading when you were younger. And as much as possible, I'm keeping it safe to read for young teens and minors (like myself)
Just a heads up, this fic will be released maybe in some months time? I'm still writing for the remaining cortis members (James) and for ot5!TXT before I write for the individual members. so uhm please be patient haha๐ฅน
I'll just finish my yapping announcement by saying I'm really excited for this dam long project and I hope youโll enjoy it too!
Summary: You didnโt mean to get involved with the boy from the park, but his dog had other plans. Now what started as shared walks and co-parenting Cookie turns into something you both canโt really ignore.
Cw: keonho x reader, continuation of wingpup! but you dont need to read the first part, there are some text messages, keonho is a swimmer, cookie is chaotic, swearing, fluff
หห 5.0k wc หห
A/N: title is not inspired by ken carsonโฆalso thank @ramenoil 's mom for giving me permission to drop!
Playlist: Doggy - Geezer Violet - Daniel Caesar the perfect pair - beabadoobee
The quick sounds of paws hitting the pavement are your first sign that he's arrived.
Cookie reaches you before he does, tail wagging wildly and panting like he just ran a marathon.
Of course, the iconic blue bone is clutched in his mouth.
You didn't expect to see him again, especially after such a quick exchange. But, apparently his dogโs happiness depended on it.
You don't know exactly how often he goes, he probably has to walk Cookie everyday. But whenever you're at the park in the mornings, he's there.
It's been pretty straightforward, you play a mini game of catch with Cookie (who still only brings the bone to you) while having a casual conversation with him.
You now know three important things about Ahn Keonho.
He hates peaches.
He's captain of the swim team.
And he's slowly losing his mind because his dog likes you more than him.
He didn't tell you that last one but it grew more obvious as time went by. You think it's cute that he's got a rivalry with his dog.
This is going to be fun.
"Really? You don't even like peach flavoured things?"
"Those are the worst."
"Drinks?"
"No."
"Candies?"
"Nope."
"Desserts?"
"Always too sweet."
You decide to join him on the occasional walk around the park whenever Cookie doesn't feel like running around. It's best that you go in the morning, otherwise you'd be cooked by the sun midday sun.
"You may need to get checked in somewhere," you say half joking, half serious.
"You'd really get along with my sisterโshe tells me the same thing."
"Good to know at least one of you is sane."
He laughs, lightly tugging on the leashโCookie's trying to eat something from a tree.
The two of you alternate on who gets to walk Cookie. You'd argue that he behaves better when you're the one walking him.
"Your dog is so cute!" Someone says while walking in the opposite direction of you.
"Thank you!" you both respond.
Keonho looks at you, his confused expression turns into a sly smile.
"So when did Cookie become your dog?"
"Ever since he walked up to me at the park a couple weeks ago."
"Fair enoughโwe're basically co-parenting him at this point."
ย "He likes me more though."
"Lies."
"How about we ask Cookie?"
You turn to face the dog who is now nestled close to a tree.
"Who's your favourite Cookie?"
He turns to face both of you, tongue out and pantingโso cute. He then turns back around, lifts his leg up andโ
"Oh ew. Keonho, that was for you."
"You're the one who asked the question!"
โฆ
As you're about to finish your usual three laps around the park. The sun has almost completely risen, more people and dogs alike begin to flood the area.
Cookie loves to bark at both species.
"You know what's crazy?" He says, moving to the side of the walkway and stopping abruptly.
"What?"
"I don't have your number."
You resist the urge to smile and roll your eyes.
"Well Keonho, you know what's crazier?"
"What?"
"You've never asked."
That gets him stumped for a second, a redness floods to the tips of his ears.
"Oh, wellโฆ" He bites his lip. "Could I maybe get your number, please?"
"Maybe you could get my number." You stifle a laugh.
"It's not funny!" He says, even as he's beginning to laugh too.
"But it definitely isโhere"
You grab his phone from his hand and turn it towards him to activate FaceID.
You probably could've guessed his passwordโhe seems like the type to use his dog's name.
"I feel like FaceID isn't that safe."
"Probably not." You add your number to his contacts. "Done."
"Thank youโI've been meaning to ask." He pockets his phone.
"Good co-parents need to communicate with each other anyway."
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.
You've been texting often.
It started with tales of Cookieโpictures, mostly. Just small updates documenting whatever shenanigans he got himself into that day.
Then it gradually turned into something else.
Talks about your day, his, the newest things his teammates did to mess with him.
One afternoon, your phone lights up with a string of text messages from him.
You don't mind.
Cookie is good company, after all.
You stand outside the front door, debating whether to knock or ring the doorbell.
Either way, Cookie will probably hear youโbut there has to be a better option.
The door swings open before you decide.
โOhโhi.โ
Itโs a girl, around your ageโmaybe a little older. She looks slightly confused when she sees you.
"Are youโฆ"
โIโm supposed to be dog sittingโI hope I have the right address,โ you say quickly.
"Oh yes of course, come in," She opens the door wider, gesturing for you to come in.
"Sorry when my brother said one of his friends was coming over I thought he was talking about one of his teammates."
As you step inside Cookie comes up to you, tail wagging rapidly.
"Hi Cookie!" you say, crouching over and petting his head lightly
"Wait, are you the one from the park?"
"Oh yeah that's where I met himโhas he mentioned me?"
"All the time these days." she starts. "And he literally never talks to meโonly whenever he wants advice."
You blink.
โAll the time?โ
"Oh yeah," she smiles.
You can already tell youโll be thinking about that later.
"Has Keonho left already?"
"You just missed himโI'm heading out too now but he'll be back in a couple hours."
"Is Cookie really that hazardous alone?"
"Oh yeahโI'm sure Keonho has shown you pictures."
"Right, how could I forget about the pasta sauce."
"I think our floors are still stained from that."
You want to check that out later.
When the door clicks shut behind her, the house suddenly feels a lot quieter.
You glance down at Cookie.
โSoโฆ itโs just us now.โ
โฆ
You walk around the house, taking time to look at the various family portraits that are framed along the walls.
It feels weird being here without him.
Like youโre somewhere youโre not supposed to be yet.
As you sit on the couch, Cookie follows you too, albeit awkwardly.
Somehow he manages to get tangled in a plush blanket, quickly you unravel him.
"Cookie, are you struggling here?" you laugh.
After being freed, he launches himself towards the TV remote beside you and puts it in his mouth.
"You can't eat that!" You take the remote out of his mouth while facing resistance.
He tries to grab it again the second you pull it away.
โNo, absolutely not.โ You hold it above his head.
He jumps. Misses. Try again.
You hide the remote behind you, Cookie looks around in confusion as if you did some sort of disappearing act.
You think about turning a show on, but later might be better. Maybe after cookie gets tired or something.
"So Cookie," your gaze is focused on his puppy eyes. "Do you like scary movies?"
He barks.
"Oh, okay then what's your favourite scary movie?"
Silence.
"Oh so you're being performative."
He tilts his head.
"Aw it's okay me too, sometimes."
He's been pretty tame, it doesn't make sense that he can apparently cause so much damage.
"Cookie, I'm going to the bathroom really quickly, okay?"
You get a curt bark.
"I'll be quick I swear!"
It takes a couple tries before you find the door to the bathroom. You stumble upon Keonho's room, and part of you wants to snoop.
But you shouldn't.
But it couldn't hurt.
The door is slightly open, as well as the curtains that let in some late afternoon sun in. Must be the reason why it's so warm in there.
Besides the photos with his friends and family and the various swim gear spread around the room. Something else catches your eye immediately.
Accolades and awards.
He has an entire shelf with various trophies, medals, ribbons, and certificatesโmost of them from swimming when you look closer.
You knew he was goodโbeing the captain and all, but damn.
It feels weird seeing this side of him.
You know Keonho as the boy from the park who has a cute dog and makes dumb jokes.
But here, he's impressive.
Suddenly, you feel a little out of place in a way you canโt explain.
You move a bit closer to the display, reading the tiny engraving on the medals and trophies.
The dates go back so many years, he was barely alive when he got his first medal and it only continued from there.
Is this really the same guy who argues passionately about how peaches are the worst thing to exist?
Naturally, your hand reaches out to a medal in front of you, one of many that is a sparkling gold. It's cold and heavy in your hand.
boom
You whip around. Cookie stands in front of a pile of books like nothing happened.
How could a dog so littleโ
"Holy shit, Cookieโyou scared me."
Well that and the sound of a trophy hitting the ground.
"Oh god."
You move closer to the trophy seeing if anything got damaged.
It's dented and left a mark on the floor.
Best case scenario.
"Okay. Okay. Noโthis is fine."
You donโt even know what it looked like before.
Carefully you try standing it up back to how it wasโwas it facing the right side or the left?
You shift it around a couple times, knowing that the positions you're putting it in can't be correct. Hopefully he doesn't pay that much attention to his trophies.
You glance back at the shelf one last time.
Yeah. That looksโฆ right.
You ease the door shut behind you, like thatโll somehow undo what just happened.
Cookie trots after you like nothingโs wrong.
"Don't tell your dad about this."
You find yourself on the couch, half-watching a random docuseries you found on Keonhoโs Netflix account.
Cookie is curled up beside you, already half-asleep.
You check the time.
He'll be coming home soon, hopefully he won't be too upset.
You continuously glance towards the hallway, anticipating the moment heโll walk in. The house feels different, more nerve-wracking just knowing that.
You sit up almost immediately when you hear the clicking of keys in the door.
You donโt see him immediately, but when he turns the cornerโ
Hair damp, tracksuit half unzipped, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
"Heyโgood job on not burning the place down."
Him and his half open tracksuit are probably enough to take out a small country.
"Why thank you," you say, darting your eyes back to the TV, hoping he didn't notice the staring.
He definitely didโyou can feel it.
"And Cookie seems so calm," he smiles, knowing exactly what he's doing.
"It's because he likes me."
"Sureโฆ" He walks past you. "Anyway I'm going to go shower."
โNo!โ you say a little too quickly, sitting up so fast you almost knock the remote off the couch.
"No you don't want me to shower?" He tilts his head slightly, like heโs trying not to laugh.
"Uhm," you pause."NoโI mean that's not what I meant."
"Im kind of concerned that you had to think about that."
"It's nothingโlet me just follow you quickly."
"You want to follow me into the shower?" His eyebrows furrow.
"No, no it's just."
"Did you go into my room?"
Your stomach drops.
"What?"
How did heโ
"I always leave my door slightly open and it's closedโdid Cookie get into something?"
โSorry,โ you say, fidgeting with the remote beside you.
"It's fine really."
Why is he so relaxed?
โOne of your trophies got dentedโฆ but it was really a group effort.โ
He pauses, then begins to laugh.
"All my trophies are probably dentedโit doesn't matter."
"Oh really?"
"Yesโusually from me being a klutz but sometimes other people." He looks over to Cookie. "Or canines accidently knocking it over."
"OhโI thought youโd be mad.โ
"No, never!" he says a little too quickly. "So which one was it?'
"The one that says Regional Champion," you say quietly.
"Then really, I don't mind."
"What, why not? Isn't that a crazy achievement?"
"I have four of those."
"Oh."
"Yeah, theyโre justโฆ things.โ He shrugs, but it feels practiced, like heโs said it before.
For a second, neither of you says anything. Cookie snores softly beside you.
"Has he walked yet?"
"Thought he already went this morning."
โHe goes out twice a day lately.โ
โOhโno then. Sorry, I didnโt know.โ
โStop apologizing,โ he smiles. โIf youโre still here after Iโm done showering, we can walk him together.โ
"I'll be here."
โฆ
"So how was practice?"
It's still bright outside but not too many people are out, it's close to dinner time anyway.
He's the one who's holding the leash this time, although technically it's your turn.
Your arms brush against each other from time to time. He doesnโt move away, so you donโt either.
You hope heโs not too cold from the breeze against his damp hair, though itโs drying quickly.
Subconsciously, you want to move closer to him. It has to be his cologne.
"It was so bad today."
โOh! Did you drown?โ
โAlmost. The coach added an extra four laps since some of the guys were late.โ
"Do you want me to deal with them?" you joke.
"I already did."
โShould I be worried? First it was peaches, now itโs your teammates.โ
"Both are valid."
"Only one is valid actually."
As you move into an area with a couple shops you see people in the area holding ice cream cones of various flavours.
"Do you want to get ice cream?"
"I was just about to ask."
โOkay, Iโll stay outside since dogs probably arenโt allowedโcould I get something caramel, please?โ
"Sureโcone or cup?"
"Cup please." He pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Here use my Apple Payโthe password is 266543"
"I swear if that spells out Cookie
"Never." He clutches at his chest. "Do you really think I'm that predictable?"
"Yes."
โฆ
The line is longer than you expected.
You glance back at him through the windowโheโs standing there with Cookie, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding the leash.
He glances at you at the same time and catches you staring.
You look away immediately.
The line moves quickly, most people seem to be craving simple flavours.
The employee at the front desk asks you if you wanted to try any samples. You don't have any in mind until you see one that Keonho would enjoy.
"Ohโand here's a free pup cup for your dog!"
"That's so nice of you, thank you!" You grab the cup from the employee's hand.
โYou and your boyfriend look so cute together, by the way.โ
Boyfriend.
The word lingers a little longer than it should.
โAhโthank you so much!โ you say, not feeling like explaining.
โฆ
โI got your ice creamโbut try this sample first,โ you say, holding out the mini wooden spoon.
"Okay, but I swear if it's peachโ"
"It's not, I promise!"
"Okayโฆ so what were you talking about with that workerโyou were smiling so much."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he smiles, taking a bite out of the ice cream.
He gags the second he tries it, his body physically recoiling.
"You actually just tried to poison me."
"It cannot be that bad!" You laugh, glad that you didn't have to answer his previous question.
"Oh but it is." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Anyway, this is for Cookie," you say, holding up the cup in your hand. "An employee noticed him outside."
"Aw that's so nice of themโbut beware of Cookie on sugar."
"What, why?" You place the cup in front of the cookie who eagerly licks its contents.
"You'll see very quickly,"
โฆ
Cookie finishes the whipped cream in seconds.
For a moment, everything is calm. Keonho and you are able to enjoy your ice cream at an open table.
"What flavour did you get?" He asks.
"Cookies and creamโwant to try?"
"That's like an indirect kiss," he mumbles.
"Who even says stuff like that?"
"Me. Sure I'll try someโyou should try the salted caramel too."
Even with his constant insult of peaches, you admit that he has good taste. Even he said the cookies and cream weren't too sweet so that's a win.
Just as the two of you get up, the leash begins to unravel from the leg of the chair you tied it on.
Cookie bolts.
"I told you so."
He doesn't run off far but he runs fast, chasing his own tail rapidly like a dog does on TV.
The two of you chase after him, attempting to catch him before he runs off into somewhere dangerous.
"Oh my gosh Cookie."
"Why does he have to be so fast?"
He nearly runs straight into a woman walking past. She jumps back, barely missing a collision with King Cookie.
โOh my godโsorry!โ you say immediately.
As awkward as it was, that moment gave the two of you a break to catching the leashes. Cookie is too busy barking at the trees nearby.
Your hands brush as you both catch hold on the leash, you donโt pull away right away.
Then the laughter comes.
โฆ
โSo maybe he shouldnโt have eaten all that whipped cream,โ you say, sitting on your usual bench.
The two of you are sitting closer this time, way closer than the time you first met.
A bad case of the zoomies, an encounter with a stranger, and a tree later. You're back at the park where it all started.
"I can't believe he almost knocked that lady over." Your hand goes to cover your mouth. "He weighs like five pounds."
"Sixty with sugar." He laughs, tilted his head back. "The barking at the trees was so funny to me."
"Me too broโI couldn't breathe."
His laughter fades, but his smile stays.
The two of you watch as Cookie runs uneven circles across the grass in front of you.
โHe really does like you more,โ Keonho mutters.
โGood," you say. "I worked hard for that.โ
He shakes his head, smiling, like heโs already lost.
The park is extremely busyโeven for a central dog park.
The various obstacles set up in the middle tell you itโs an agility contest.
You watch one dog jump cleanly over a hurdle.
Then you look at Cookie.
"So, Keonhoโฆ"
"No."
โWe should sign him up!โ
โNo.โ
โYes.โ
The registration process is relatively quick, a couple of questions and a signature is all it took for Cookie to get his number.
67.
"Keonho, it's not funny."
"I'm not laughing," he says, clearly suppressing a laugh.
Keonho doesn't think that Cookie will win.
You're not too confident either, but it'll be fun to watch regardless.
You assume most of the dogs in the competition have been training rigorously for this. The perfect runs and overly focused owners make that pretty clear.
Keonho tries giving Cookie instructionsโsomething about direction and timing that not even you understand.
Cookie doesn't seem to be paying attention overall, as expected. You pat his head a few times before leading him over to the start lineโwhich he actually responds to.
You stick your tongue out at Keonho.
On Cookieโs turn, the two of you stand at the start of the course, ready to cheer him on when the bell goes off.
He starts off better than you would have expected, running smoothly through the first tube of the course.
You clap, a little too enthusiastically.
โGo, Cookie!โ
Keonho looks like he regrets everything.
He continues to run along to the next obstacle, not the way it was intended. But heโs still doing something.
That is until he completely ignores the course.
He runs past the next obstacle without even attempting it, then turns randomly into a different section of the courseโcompletely opposite from where heโs supposed to go.
Then, he runs straight into the crowd, weaving between people like itโs part of the course.
Reactions from the audience only grow louder, with people from all around trying to catch Cookie.
He pauses randomly, chasing his tail like heโs been doing recentlyโwhich gets laughs from everyone.
Then heโs off again. Speeding through different parts of the park and slipping out of the grasp of anyone trying to catch him.
He only stops when, somehow, Keonho is the one who manages to catch him, after what feels like forever.
If it was a speed contest, heโd definitely win.
"Did Cookie still have that whipped cream in his system?" you say, having caught up with Keonho and Cookie.
"Probably," he says, out breath.
You donโt think youโve ever seen him run that fast either.
โฆ
You stay for the awardsโnot because you think Cookieโs going to win anything, but to take advantage of the shade under a tree.
Cookie lies between you and Keonho, still panting despite the fact that his chaos happened a while ago.
โContestant number 67โCookie!โ
You blink
"No way."
Both of you turn towards the voiceโa man on a platform holding a microphone and a trophy.
"What did Cookie do?" you ask Keonho, who looks equally as confused.
The two of you awkwardly make your way up to the stage, with Cookie trailing behind you.
Keonho glances at you like this is somehow your fault.
You smile back like you have no regrets.
Crowd favourite.
The award clearly holds its weight, almost everyone in the audience claps for Cookie as if they didnโt almost get trampled by him a couple minutes earlier.
Which is a shockโbut is it really?
You find yourself at Keonhoโs place once againโhe offered, and itโs close by.
You naturally gravitate to the same spot on the couch that you sat on last time. Keonho sits beside you, close but not too close.
Cookie, on the other hand, is practically glued to your leg. It earns him a few salty glances youโve definitely been noticing.
The three of you have been sitting on the couch since you entered, scrolling through your phones and showing each other the occasional funny TikTok.
โCookie.โ Keonho tries calling.
He does it three more times before giving up when he doesnโt get a response.
โWhy isnโt he answering me?โ
โHe just doesnโt like you," you shrug.
โHeโs liked me since I was, like seven.โ
โDamn, Cookie, how old are you?โ you say, looking at him. โHe just has good taste anyway.โ
โHeโs been manipulated.โ
โOkay, wellโyou can sit with him while I go to the bathroom.โ
You move to get up, struggling a bit getting up since Cookie is still glued to your leg. He only moves when Keonho picks him up, his legs flailing everywhere.
"You're allowed to snoop in my room if you want." You can hear the smile in his voice without having to turn around.
"Shut up."
โฆ
Keonho waits a couple seconds after he hears the clicking of the bathroom door. Just to be sure.
โCookie, whatโs going on?โ he asks. โYouโre supposed to be my wingman.โ
No response.
He exhales, running a hand through his hair.
โAnd now youโre trying to steal my crush? Thatโs low.โ
โOr maybeโฆโ He hesitates, like he has no right to say what heโs about to say. โMaybe I should just ask her outโCookie, what do you think?โ
He's met with beady eyes in return, uninterested as Cookie turns his head in the other direction.
"I have a chance right?"
Bark.
"Was that a yes or aโ"
The sound of the door opening jolts his body up.
โOkayโsheโs coming back now. Donโt tell her anything."
โฆ
You step back into the room just as he goes quiet.
Interestingโit feels like you just interrupted something. He went quiet too fast.
"Did you get some quality time with Cookie while I was gone?"
"Yes, but he's giving me mixed signals."
"Your dog whispering abilities suck."
"They do not."
"Oh but they do," you say, making your way onto the couch.
You sit closer to him this time, intentionally.
Cookie instantly abandons Keonho and returns to you like itโs instinctโwhich earns him another glare.
You can't help but notice the way your arm brushes against Keonho's.
Once.
Then twice.
You pretend like itโs not happening, not trusting yourself to act normal.
Youโre close enough now to catch the familiar scent of his cologne from earlier.
It's distracting in the best way.
"Keonho, why are you so cold?"
"I'm a swimmer," he says softly, as if he's nervous to speak.
"There is no correlation between those two things."
A soft laugh escapes himโitโs a little low, nervous.
He looks like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. He tries again, his voice still quiet.
โWouldnโt it be so weird if we hadnโt met?โ he says finally. โI donโt think I wouldโve even stopped by that park again.โ
โDamnโthatโs my favourite park,โ you start, then immediately regret how casual that sounds.
You take a glance at him.
Heโs serious.
Heโs not usually like thatโyou wouldโve expected him to crack a joke afterwards.
โButโฆ yeah,โ you try to recover. โItโs definitely a weird thoughtโwe hang out so much.โ
You pause slightly, looking down towards the dog that is nestled up against you.
"I guess I better thank Cookie for that."
"Yeah," he says, looking at Cookie as well. "Me too."
You look at him properly for the first time in a while.
There's something honest and unguarded in his eyes.
You wonder what he can see in yours.
He looks away before you get to think about that any further.
You donโt look away.
Not right away.
He fidgets with the blanket beside him, focused on everything and nothing at the same time.
"Tomorrow evening," he starts.
"Yeah?"
"We should go to our usual park."
"Sounds good," you smile.
Cookie barksโsudden and curt, as if he just approved the plan.
Unusual for this time of day, the park is quiet. Cool air settles in as the sun sets.
Sitting on the bench under the tree isnโt necessary, but the two of you find your way there anywayโalmost like you're conditioned to do so.
"I don't mind the park in the evening, actually."
โMe neither, but Iโm always too lazy to walk Cookie if itโs not during the day,โ he says, stretching his arm out along the back of the bench.
โWell, we co-parent, so you could always text me.โ
"Rightโwe should text more."
"But think about it, we hang out, text, and FaceTime."
"Still not enough."
You glance at him, expecting a smirk or some kind of joke to follow.
It doesnโt, and it hasn't recently. It's so unusual of him to not be joking.
Heโs looking past you, as if he is purposefully avoiding your haze. Maybe he didnโt even realize what he just said and what it meant to you.
Or maybe he did.
Your grip tightens slightly around the edge of the bench. The metal of its edge is cool and slightly textured. You've ever taken note of the way it felt.
You donโt say anything, not trusting yourself to keep it light.
Cookie shifts between the two of you, he circles once before settling downโcloser to you as he usually does. The sudden movement nudges your knee towards Keonhoโs.
Neither of you move away.
You never have when you think about itโeven when you barely knew each other.
You stare ahead, pretending not to notice the feeling of his knee brushing againsts yours. Trying your best to suppress a reaction.
It doesnโt help.
"What would happen if Cookie stopped liking me?"
"You know that's not going to happen," he chuckles
โOkay, butโhypothetically," you start. "Would I still have an excuse to see you?"
He doesn't answer right away.
"Do you need an excuse?" His voice is lower this time.
"No."
The word leaves your mouth softer than you expected and for a second, you wonder if you just said too much.
He leans in slightly towards you, then he stops like heโs giving you time to pull away.
You don't.
Instead, you find yourself nodding, just a little. Itโs barely noticeable.
But he sees it and that's all it takes.
The space between you closes slowly, carefully. Neither of you wants to mess it up even though you're not sure how that could happen.
Your heart picks up, louder than it should be. You're sure anyone could hear it, especially him.
Then his lips meet yours.
Itโs soft, a little unsure at first. He barely grazes the surface of your lipsโlike a test of sorts.
But you donโt pull away. If anything, you lean in a little more.
That's when it settles and the hesitation fades.
Real.
Warm.
Easy.
It doesnโt last long, but it lingers in a way that makes it feel like it did.
Youโre the first to pull back, just slightly.
Still close enough to feel his breath, still close enough that moving closer to him again wouldn't take much effort.
Neither of you says anything.
Neither of you moves away.
And for a second, it feels like something just changed.
A bark interrupts you.
You both look down.
Cookie.
"Hey you're the one who made this happen!"
hello cutie if you read until the end, love you lots as always ๐ i hope this wasnt too short!! i was struggling with their relationship but i hope it turned out alright ๐๐
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synopsis: after getting ghosted and ending your situationship, you hang out with your friends for comfort. though you find yourself growing close to one of your best friend's brother. little did you know that he's had a crush on you since forever.
parings: best friend's brother!leehan x reader
genre: smau, fluff, slowburn, kinda crack, idk
warnings/tags: swearing, other idols (besides bnd) as y/n's friends (illit minju, tws kyungmin, le sserafim chaewon & eunchae), chaewon is leehan's sister
โเฑจเง In which a cute dog approaches you at the park along with his almost equally cute owner.
Cw: keonho x reader, cookie is keonhos wingman pup, park setting, หห 1.0k wc หห
A/N: come and take a lookie or whatever newjeans said
The fresh morning air hits as a cool rush. The smell of morning dew lingers in the air, the sun already bright overhead.
It's perfect.
You find yourself on a quiet bench under a tree. The shade provides a much-needed cover from the increasing heat of the sun.
When you lift up your phone, eager to take pictures of the scenery in front of you. You notice something tiny run up to you.
You put your phone down and take a closer look.
It's a dog, you guess it's some sort of chihuahua mixโvery cute.
The dog is holding a small toy bone in its mouth, one that almost looks too big for him.
He places the bone in front of you, his tail wagging excitedly from behind.
Tongue out and panting, he looks at you with big pleading eyes. As if saying "please play with me!"
You want to throw the bone, how could you not with those innocent little eyes? Especially since the puppy is hyper and would benefit from burning off some energy.
But where is the owner?
"Hi," you look at the collar on the dog, flipping it to see the nameโCookie.
"Okay Cookie, I'd love to play with you but I don't know where your owner is." You look around the area, petting its head.
"Are you lost?"
You wait for a second, as if you were going to get a verbal response. Only being met with puppy eyes and more tail wagging and panting.
"Aw, good boyโI think." Seems like a boy, based on your highly refined intuition.
There's a number on the collar. You're relieved to see that, just in case he ran off and you need to call someone.
"Cookie!" you hear a voice from behind you, naturally turning around.
It's a boyโaround your age and presumably Cookie's owner.
He's dressed casually, a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. His dark eyebrows relax when he sees the dog in front of youโhe seems like someone lots of people would have crushes on.
You included.
"Oh hi," you say, slightly stunned. "Is this your dog?"
"Yeah, sorry he ran offโso much energy." He rubs the back of his neck. You resist the temptation to pull out your phone and take a picture of him right then and there.
"It's no problem really," you giggle. "We were having a great conversation."
"That's good to hear," he turns to face his dog. "Cookie, were you being nice?"
He gets a curt bark in response.
You find that cute, unable to suppress a smile that curves on your lips.
"Oh, also," you pause. "Can I throw the bone?"
"Yeah go ahead."
You pick up the bone and throw it towards the grassy area of the park. Cookie eagerly chases after it without hesitation.
"Is it alright if I sit here?" he asks, gesturing to the bench you're sitting on.
"Of course."
"Thanks I'll just be a few minutesโthe heat is crazy."
He sits beside you but still keeps a respectable amount of distanceโabout as much as the small bench allows.
"I know rightโthankfully there were some trees or I would've just stayed inside," you joke.
He laughs, mumbling something in agreement but you don't hear quite what.
"I was surprised, he doesn't usually run up to people like that."
"Ah, really? He seems so friendly."
"Not towards strangersโloves to bark, you know, chihuahuas."
"Oh I get that, my neighbour's dog always barks at me."
Your gaze shifts away from him and back to Cookie who now runs back up between the two of you with the bone.
"Wow Cookie you were so fastโdo you want me to throw it again?"
You don't wait for an answerโnot that you needed to. You try to throw the bone a bit further this time, though it falls shorter than you would have liked.
The bone lands awkwardly shortโrolling back toward the bench.
Cookie trots back proudly, dropping it right between the two of you.
The two of you laugh at thatโwas that a sign?
The next time you throw it, it goes much further this timeโthankfully.
Both of you watch as Cookie sprints towards the bright blue bone in the middle of the park.
"You kind of look alike"
"Huh?" He shifts his gaze back to you, only half-listening.
"Like you and your dog."
"Oh rightโyeah I've heard that before." He looks back at the park, a coy grin forming on his face.
"Who do you think's cuter?"
You almost choke on air from his question. Bold aren't we? It'll be fun to tease him in your response,
"It's close but Cookie wins, sorryโฆ"
"Keonho."
"Well sorry Keonho. I may be a little biased if that makes you feel any better."
"Ehโguess it does," his playful pout turns into a smile as he looks at his checkered Vans.
You look down at your shoes too, not saying anything but thinking of what to say next. Any way to continue the conversation
"So do you come to this park often?"
"Not usually, but I wanted to try a change of scenery todayโglad I did."
You're not sure exactly how to take that. Part of you wants to deny that he was referring to you but that sly smile on his face makes it harder to come to that conclusion.
"What about you?"
"Yeah this is my usual park, whenever I want to get some fresh air or walk or whatever."
"Cool, it seems pretty chill hereโmaybe it'll be our regular too."
Cookie comes sprinting back, the bright blue bone still clutched proudly in his mouth.
He drops it between the two of you again.
Keonho laughs.
"Looks like he already decided."
hi croskis!! thank you for reading ๐คญ๐คญ if you liked this pls let me know lol! im kind of inspired to write a full length fic based on this idea!!!
๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ ยฆ Martin Edwards
โโ .โฆ SYNOPSIS: For the past few weeks, whenever Martin steps into your studio, you always quickly close whatever you were working on. When he asks what you're doing, you just simply say that it's for a surprise and you don't want to spoil it. Turns out the surprise song was revealed on his birthday and it would be his favorite gift.
Genre: smau/text, fluff, kinda crack(?), est. relationship
Pairing: idol!bf!Martin Edwards x producer!gf!reader
contains/tags: some swearing(?), martin and reader are same age (hes js older by a few months), lmk if i forgot any!
myka's note: HAPPY BELATED MARTIN DAY! hope our cortis leader had a fire bday hes so swag and cool (hey martin...mind if u share a bit of ur aura pls???) anyways heres a smau cuz i lowk lost a bit of motivation to write the pt2 of my keonho fic augh but ill try to get back to it๐ญ anyways yapping donez, hope yall enjoy!!
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MARCH 20, 2026
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i wanna write a scene abt dancing in the rain omd (inspired by a conversation i had w/ @ourannesia) PLEASE THAT WOULD BE FUN AND CUTE๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
soooooow ik its been a few weeks since my last post and ik i have to release pt 2 of my keonho fic so i do apologize for the delay ๐ ive been busy with school but also giving more time to my other hobbies, rereading pjo, and js recharging (ano toh cellphone? lmao) my writer brain ykyk
im alive dont worry and im currently writing part 2 again and hopefully i can post it within the next few days!! btw tysm for the support and love for my work hehe i appreciate it lots๐ซถ
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๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ผ๐ป๐ต๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ, ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐. A whole basket, pays in exact coins, Thanks you politely and leaves.
The second time, he buys another basket. โDidnโt you come yesterday?โ you ask, leaning on the wooden stand. He freezes for half a second, like he got caught doing something illegal. โUhh. Yeah.โ
โYou eat that many strawberries?โ
โโฆI like strawberries.โ You nod slowly, not convinced, but you let him take the basket anyway. After that, he starts coming every few days. Sometimes after swim practice, hair still damp, hoodie thrown over his shoulders. Sometimes on weekends, when the sun is high and the field smells sweet and warm.
He always stands there a little awkwardly, hands in his pockets while you weigh the strawberries.
โAre you- busy today?โ he asks one afternoon.
โNot really.โ
โโฆ.Oh.โ
You hand him the basket. โYou can stay and help if you want.โ His eyes widen. โH-help?โ
โYeah. If youโre going to keep buying strawberries like a suspicious person, you might as well earn them.โ He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. But he stays. You show him how to pick the good onesโturn them gently, look underneath the leaves. His hands are careful, like heโs afraid heโll break something.
โYou swim, right?โ you ask. He nods. โYeah...โ
โThatโs why youโre always here wet.โ He blushes immediately. โIโm notโโ
โYou are.โ You keep working, pretending not to notice. After a while, he says quietly, โI actually donโt need this many strawberries.โ
You glance at him. โNo?โ He shakes his head, smiling a little.
โI just wanted to come here.โ
โWhy?โ He hesitates, fingers brushing over the leaves of a strawberry plant. โ....Youโre here,โ he admits. You feel your face warm. โWell,โ you say, handing him another basket,
โthen you should come again...tomorrow..โ He lights up like you just gave him something much better than strawberries. โ....Yeah,โ he says quickly.
โi-i'd like that.โ And for the first time since he started showing up, he forgets to pretend the strawberries were the reason.
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เนโ ๐๐๐๐บ'๐ ๐๐๐๐พ โ โโ โค๏ธย โก โย ย ย havenโt posted in so long omfd!!!! this is a gift to everyone in moranation i love you guys smmmm yall don't knowโผ๏ธโผ๏ธimissed u guys sm, i hope everyone's doing well and mora luvs u all ๐ฝ ๐ค ๐ย ย แฏโ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ย โค๏ธ
เนโ ๐๐๐๐บ'๐ ๐๐๐๐พ โ โโ โค๏ธย โก โย ย ย this was for sooo long in my drafts bc it's lwk ahh anyways i hope u guys like it! mwahhh <3 mora's gift for everyone lmfaoย ย แฏโ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ย โค๏ธ
He doesnโt question the pasta. Just sits down, pulls the plate closer, and twirls the fork. His sleeve slides down his wrist when he lifts it, and he pushes it back up absentmindedly before taking the first bite. You watch.The reaction is small. So small you almost miss it. His chewing slows. Not a face exactly,just his eyebrows pulling together for half a second. Then he swallows.
โโฆ.yummy,โ he says. You press your lips together. He goes for another bite. This time he chews longer. His jaw shifts like heโs trying to decide something. He reaches for his water, drinks, clears his throat once. Still no complaint.
You lean back in your chair, trying not to smile. โHow is it?, i feel like itโs not that deliciousโ
โMhm,โ he says, nodding.
โThatโs not an answer...is it that bad?โ
โNo-no..Itโs good,โ he says again, voice a little rougher now. You bite the inside of your cheek. He keeps eating. Third bite. Smaller. He chews slowly, staring at the table like the wood grain is suddenly fascinating. ThenโHe coughs.
Not dramatic. Just a quick khโ into his fist.
You nearly lose it. โYou okay?โ you ask, trying to sound normal. He nods immediately, grabbing his water again. Takes a longer drink this time. โYeah,โ he says after a second. โWent down wrong.โ You look down at your own untouched plate because if you look at his face youโre going to laugh. He keeps going. Another bite. Another pause. His ears are red now. You can see him thinking about it, about whether to say something. His mouth presses into a line for a second before he relaxes it again and swallows. โSeonghyeon,โ you say sweetly.
โYes baby?โ
โBe honest.โ He glances up at you. โโฆ.I am.โ
โReally?โ
โYeah.โ He twirls the fork again, stubborn. โItโs super nice, flavor went in good.โ You feel your control slipping. He takes another bite. Immediately coughs again, sharper this time. You slap a hand over your mouth. He notices. His eyes narrow slightly. โ.โฆWhat did you do.โ You shake your head too fast. โNothing.โ He studies you for a long second. Then he looks down at the pasta again. Sighs quietly. Takes one more bite anyway. This time he actually chokes a little. โOkayโโ he coughs, grabbing his water. โThatโโ
You break. Youโre laughing so hard you nearly fall forward onto the table. โOh my days,โ you gasp. โIโm sorryโโ He sets the fork down slowly, looking at you with the most tired expression. โ.....How much salt.โ
โA lot.โ
โA lot how.โ
โI poured it.โ He leans back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a second. Then he laughs too, quiet and helpless. โI thought I was losing my mind,โ he says. โYou kept eating it!โ
โBecause you cooked it,โ he says simply, like that explains everything.You slide his plate away and replace it with yours. He watches you do it, still smiling a little.
โNext time,โ he says, nudging your foot under the table, โjust poison me directly.โ You grin. โYouโd still say it tastes nice.โ He thinks about it. โโฆ.Probably.โ
