CORTIS as their love songs!
synopsis: scenarios based on the luv songs they picked on their Instagram story ₊⊹
⟢ notes: they have such good music taste i cannot + not proof read.
James
Sure Thing by miguel
⋆˚ idol James ;; est relationship
“Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine”
The new album preps had everyone busy and James was no exception. He’d been missing calls. Canceling dates. Replying late.
You didn't want to be a burden by distracting him from his work but you felt neglected, almost as if you're now living in the shadows of his work. One thing about James is that if you voice out your concerns, irrespective of how busy he is he will never let you go to bed overthinking & doubting your guys’ relationship.
So when he finally gets time to come over, before he could take a seat beside you on the couch, you break the ice– “James You've been canceling plans ....it’s hapened 3 times this week.” You stop and look up at him, “I understand you're busy but at least don't make me get my hopes up high for nothing.”
He crosses the room and makes way to the couch, he crouches in front of you, and rests his head against your knee like he’s surrendering. “I’m sorry baby.” a soft pause, “You know how it gets, I'm sorry I've been making you overthink this before going to bed. My schedule can be temporary, but you? Never.” He looks up at you eyes full of sincerity “I'll make it up to you now that I'm here okay? Have faith in me?” He says stretching his palm out, waiting for you to put your hand in his.
How could you say no to that? You cant
So you guys spend the rest of the night talking and he also makes you hear snippets of the new album!!
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“Even when we're down to the wire, babe
Even when it's do or die
We could do it, baby, simple and plain'
Cause this love is a sure thing”
Dispatch exposes the relationship. Articles everywhere. Company scrambling. Fans divided— how could he date a normie? Dating an idol or someone with his status would make much more sense. You see the comments, you see the shade. You're worried for James but– it doesn't just affect him it affects his whole group.
You call him, voice low, afraid, telling him maybe you should step back for his career. Before you could even start telling him what you're afraid of he hangs up.
‘Your call has been forwarded to voicemail, at the tone please record your message’
You stood there confused. But then after 10 minutes you hear the front door unlock
He didn't let you ramble on the phone, he just showed up in person, still in stage makeup– thanks to music bank, eyes tired but full of concern. He takes your hand—firm, grounding. “Never say anything about you coming in between my career, I wouldn't be here without you– you know that.” He looks at you and pats your head, “If it’s hard, we fix it. If it’s messy, we handle it. But I’m not losing you because things got loud or people couldn't accept the fact that I'm actually happy. Ride or die right?"
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“You could be the lover,
I'll be the fighter, babe
If I'm the blunt (uh), you could be the lighter, babe
Fire it up”
During a livestream, someone mentions rumors about you. He smiles politely at first. Professional– media training paying off. But the comments after that just keep flooding in, to the point where almost all the comments are begging James to drop some lore. But not all of them were nice and supportive about it.
He came across multiple comments sending threats and even judging you without even knowing who you are—
‘How are you dating a normie bro’
‘She using you for that bag’
‘Literally what a gold digger’
James’ tone changes significantly, clearly displaying uneasiness He takes a deep breath, “You guys can judge me all you want, why bring down someone simply tangled in a rumor with me?” he paused, “The rumor wasn't even confirmed, you guys don't know who she is, and yet you guys make up malicious assumptions to defame her?” His tone visibly frustrated now “You guys should judge me, I'm the person who chose this lifestyle of constant evaluation, but don't disrespect someone I truly care about.”
You could say James basically confirmed that he's in a relationship and trust, the new outlets went insane. It obviously came with backlash but he'd rather deal with hate then have you disrespected. Later back at the dorm, he sees you sitting with everyone else. He rushes to you, resting his head in your lap like he didn't just risk his career for you.
Martin
And I love her by The Beatles
⋆˚ producer Martin ;; friends to lovers
“I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too”
He’s in the studio with his friends, half listening to them discussing something while adjusting a track. Whenever his friends are in the studio with him, best believe the second his headphones are on– on both ears or just one he's never going to be 100% listening to anything going on in the conversation. It's a simple rule with Martin, whenever he's in the studio no one can ever have his 100% rapt attention until he's satisfied with what he's made.
And then suddenly martins phone starts ringing. Now usually Martin wouldn't pick his phone up– he's in the studio, why should he? He takes a quick peek at his phone, assuming it's just his mother calling him but the second he sees your name– headphones off, hands abandoning the keyboard and the track he's working on? not a priority anymore. The second he sees your name his attention shifts. He picks up the phone flowing into smooth conversation with you.
His friends notice, of course they do. They've never seen Martin put his tracks 2nd on the priority list. He wraps up the conversation with you and returns. Keonho calls him out, “You know you treat her differently, right?” Martin doesn’t even look up, he's already putting his headphones back on. “What?” he says half heartedly. “Shes a priority. You pick her over your production process. You barely listen to us when we talk to you mid production but, with her? It's completely different isn't it?” Juhoons says and justifies Keonho’s point. “Bro you’ve literally walked across campus in the rain just to bring her coffee.” Seonghyeon adds.
His hands pause over the keyboard. His brain is filled with just… you.
you laughing
you talking about something random
you calling his music ‘magical’
And from that day onwards, it clicked.
He liked you.
So he did what any man would do, he started dropping hints and eventually he succeeded in his confession. You accepted his proposal and now? You guys have been dating for a little more than a year.
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“She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings.”
The glow of the dual monitors casts a blue light over Martin’s face, highlighting the exhaustion visible in his eyes. He looks frustrated, his knuckles white due to the grip on his mouse as he tweaks a vocal chain for the millionth time. The track won’t mix right. The deadlines are suddenly too close. He's afraid the production team and the artists won't like it. The voices in his head made him doubt himself. Everything rushes in at once.
You don’t try to fix it with words, Martin needs a lot more than that.
You just walk over, gently take his headphones off, and kiss his temple. Then his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth. Slow, Soft.
“Take a break Mars, you'll only stress yourself out more like this, you're burning out.” you whisper.
As your fingers comb through the tangled mess of his hair, he finally breaks. He lets out a long, shaky exhale, it sounded like the exhale of a man who has been holding his breath for hours. His eyes shut, and he snuggles into you. You let him, pulling his head under your chin and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. To keep the silence from being filled by his own self doubt, you start to talk. You don't mention the mix or the deadline. You tell him about the small, irrelevant parts of your day. The stray cat you saw on the street or the random hedgehog you saw whose spikes reminded you of his hair.
“Your voice is so soothing” he murmurs against you.
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“Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die.”
You’re lying side by side on a rooftop, city noise far below. Neither of you are talking. Just breathing. Existing alongside one another. He turns his head slightly. Moonlight catches your face. It highlights your features at just the right angles.
He doesn’t say “I love you.”
Instead he whispers, “I think the universe likes us.” You glance at him, confused and reply “Why?” He smiles at you and answers “Because it gave me great people who showed me how much I valued you before I realised it myself, the universe gave me you before I even knew how to ask.”
His pinky hooks around yours.
Not dramatic. Not urgent. Just certain.
Juhoon
Self Control by Frank Ocean
⋆˚ childhood friend Juhoon ;; situationship
“Poolside convo about your summer last night, ooh, yeah. About your summer last night”
This happened last year during summer.
The moonlight painted silver ripples across the not so static water, an odd contrast to the tension radiating between you and Juhoon. Inside the house, the muffled laughter of your parents felt universes away with a blurry backdrop to the suffocating tension in the pool. Juhoon leaned against the edge, his elbow brushing yours, but he wasn’t looking at the full moon in the dark night sky. He’s watching you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite understand.
“You wanna know something?” He said calmly
He hesitates. That’s rare for someone as laid back as him. “I don’t think you’re just a friend to me.” He finally lets out the words.
Your breath hitches. The pool suddenly feels far too small, the air thick with the weight of a confession you weren’t ready for.
And then— before your brain could figure out a response. He kissed you.
The kiss was soft at first, careful– like he’s testing the waters, waiting for you to pull away. But the second he felt you lean into it, the hesitation vanished. The gentleness turned into something certain and hungry, a sudden, desperate bridge across the years of friendship that just collapsed between you.
“Keep a place for me, for me
I'll sleep between y'all, it's nothing
The summer heat clings to the classroom windows, thick with the scent of pen ink and the frantic scratching of pens. Senior year has turned the usual laid back pre - summer break into a battlefield of ripped open ink packets and assignments everyone's trying to finish before the main vacation. Amidst the chaos of scattered notes and group laughter, Juhoon sits unusually still. From his seat a row over, his gaze is fixed on you.
Juhoon watches you from across the table in the row beside yours. You sit behind Keonho and as of now you’re leaning over Keonho’s shoulder, your pen tapping is rhythmic against his worksheet as you explain a calculus theorem to him. To anyone else, it’s just tutoring or helping a friend out. But to Juhoon, the way your hair brushes Keonho’s arm and the proximity of your faces feels like a physical tug in his chest. A sharp, unfamiliar spark of envy flickers in his mind, leaving a bitter feeling he can’t quite shake off the whole day.
Later after most of the kids had left he pulled you aside into an empty hallway, voice low “You’ve been busy lately.” You shrug and laugh as you reply, “We all have.” He steps closer. Not touching. Just close enough that you feel it– he enters your space without asking, he didn't have to. “Still…” he murmurs, eyes searching yours,
“save a spot for me.” His voice is steady.
There was no ‘please’, no ‘can you’. It was a statement.
He didn't have to ask, he wanted to remind you. And you? You didn't mind it one bit.
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“Take down some summertime
Give up, just tonight, ’night, ’night”
Over this summer break the tension between you and Juhoon just increased. Every accidental touch and every conversation was something that lingered in your mind for longer than it should.
Your house is quiet, you have Juhoon accompanying you. Both your parents out. Lights dimmed to create a warm environment.
You and Juhoon are on the couch like always— knees touching, shoulders brushing, and of course the tension ever so lingering in the air. He shifts closer to you, instinctive and natural like he’s done it a hundred times.
Usually you’d melt. But tonight, you don’t. He notices immediately. “What’s wrong?” You swallow. “This… whatever we’re doing. It feels wrong sometimes…most of the time honestly.” He doesn’t joke. Doesn’t deflect. He just observes your face like it’s something fragile. Then his tone, extremely soft “Then don’t think much about it, I know it’s weird… nothing exclusively confirmed with titles..but just..” His thumb brushes your knuckles. “Just stay with me one more night.”
It’s a request, not a demand. He’s holding back, his self-control acting as a silent barrier. He won’t force a confession or a label onto you while you’re this uncertain. He’d rather stay in this safe area forever than lose your company by rushing into something you aren't ready for yet.
Seonghyeon
Good & Plenty by Alex Isley, Lucky Daye, and Masego
⋆˚ ex hyeon ;; second chance
“Take up some space
You're too far away
Make no mistake
I think you should stay”
It was safe to say Seonghyeon was going insane– you guys had broken up 2 weeks ago because he had a random outburst and called you too ‘clingy’ and further told you how you ‘overstimulated’ him. So what did you do? You walked out of his house. The second you stepped out, reality settled upon Seonghyeon and he couldn't bear the idea of losing you.
At first it’s texts –
DNI: yn, baby im sorry i really am
DNI: i didnt mean anything i said pls js talk to me?
Then voicemails.
DNI sent a voicemail: Hey…lets hangout? I really want to talk to you, yn please.
Then you start seeing him everywhere.
Outside the convenience store you always stop at in the morning before school, outside your classroom window after every lecture and for some reason he's always leaning against the gate after school like he just happened to be there exactly when you walked out.
He never forces you to talk. He just stays. He's so persistent that he even walks you till the area your driver parks the car at in order to pick you up from school. Back when you guys were dating, your driver got along with him so well that now every time he would see Hyeon, best believe the car wouldn't move for another 15 minutes as they would end up in an immersive conversation.
Before he leaves to go home himself— he always says, “Let me apologise? Make no mistakes, I'm just tryna get you to stay.” You never reply but he doesn't stop anyway.
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“Say you'll have me
Oh, taste and see
Hope you don't sleep on me
I've got good and plenty”
One day he can't take it anymore. He shows up at your door, he looks wrecked and tired. You finally sigh, “You don’t have to keep showing up.” you say annoyed. He shakes his head softly. “Yeah it’s annoying but I do.” he says, voice quiet but sure.
“I told you you were too much once.” His jaw tightens slightly, he’s still mad at his past actions. “Turns out you were just the amount I needed…. I took out my days frustration on you and I’m sorry I really fucking am.” He bends down to look at you properly and continues “I know I don’t deserve another chance.” You cross your arms in attempts to look defensive. He nods like he expected that. “But I’m asking anyway. I want to make it up to you”
He steps closer, not touching. “I messed up because I didn’t understand what I needed. But now I do.”
His voice goes lower and he leans closer to you, “I can fix things. I will fix things. Just don't sleep on me like this.” His tone isn't arrogant, he's not begging or trying to sound convincing.
He’s Certain.
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“An average day is spent all in the sheets
Emphatic when I tell you what you mean to me”
The golden morning light spills across the sheets, catching the stray dust particles moving in the air, but Seonghyeon's eyes are narrowed down to the girl in his arms. He doesn't move, barely even breathes, as if the slightest shift might break the slumber you're in. His smile is slow and grin– almost triumphant, those familiar crescent moon eyes brimming with a quiet, assuring relief. To him, this wasn't just a second chance, it was a miracle. And he's going to keep reminding you why you made the right choice taking him back.
“Morning.” he whispers softly.
You mumble a sleepy, incoherent response, trying to snuggle deeper into the warmth of his chest. The familiar scent of him felt like home as it wrapped around you, anchoring you to the present.
His hand begins to slowly career your back. His fingers making it up your spine, his fingertips grazing your skin with a rhythm so soothing. There’s a hint of caution in his touch, a silent acknowledgment of the reminders of your past.
“You know I’m not messing this up again, right?” he asks, his voice sincere, thick with a vow he’s already made to himself a thousand times.
You hum, drifting in the space between dreams and reality, but the weight of his words settles in your heart.
He presses a light kiss to the crown of your head, his lips warm against your forehead. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you. And trust me, I'll keep proving to you why I've changed for you.”
Keonho
Live forever By Oasis
⋆˚ established relationship ;; miscommunication
“Lately, did you ever feel the pain In the morning rain
As it soaks you to the bone?”
The rain started before either of you noticed. One second you were arguing. The next, cold drops were sliding down your neck, drenching both of you but neither of you moved.
“You canceled again.” you said, frustrated “I told you I had plans.” Keonho argued back. “With them. Not me.” He dragged a hand through his wet hair at your words. “You act like I don’t try.” You were honestly taken aback by his words, you retaliated “You act like I don’t matter.”
His expression shifted– not angry, not loud but hurt and defensive, almost tired. “I can’t split myself in half for you and my friends.” he said. “You think this is easy for me?” you said, your voice almost too loud. The rain kept falling, heavier now, the sound of drops against pavement felt too loud, both your clothes drenched, but you both only drowned in silence.
“You don’t even try anymore.” you whispered. His eyes found yours “I try all the time. You just don’t see it.”
And then the line he couldn't take back. “Maybe this just isn’t working.”
It hung there. Cold as the rain.
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“I said maybe I don't really wanna know
How your garden grows.”
You stopped talking after that. No dramatic goodbye. Just absence. Your friends filled the silence quickly.
‘If he wanted to he would’‘You shouldn’t have to compete for attention.’‘You deserve better.’
You nodded along, but something inside you twisted every time they said it. Because it didn’t feel true, at least not completely.
Across town, Keonho sat with his own circle.
‘You done fucked up’“No I think how they ended was fine’‘I think she had a valid point”
Opinions completely scattered.
But he nodded too. And he felt guilty, because every word that painted you as the villain made his chest tighten. And every word that excused him felt like bullshit he didn’t want to believe.
Neither of you reached out.
Both of you checked your phones for new texts but nothing.
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“I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever.”
He showed up on the fourth day. You opened the door expecting a package. Instead it’s your amazing ‘ex’ Keonho. It was not dramatic, not desperate. He was just standing there like he’d been thinking for hours– days rather and finally chose courage.
“I talked to my friends.” he said. You crossed your arms lightly, leaning against the door frames “Me too.”
“They don’t get it.. they don't get us.” he admitted. You looked at him, the tension in his shoulders, the careful distance he kept, like he didn’t want to invade your space unless you let him. “They don’t get us,” you repeated softly.
Something shifted in his face. Relief, small but real. Because that was it, It had never really been you versus him….It had been you and him versus misunderstanding.
He exhaled slowly. “I don’t want to lose you over something we didn’t even try to fix.” Your voice came out quieter than you expected. “I agree.”
Silence again– but not the heavy kind
“I was frustrated.” he said. “But I should’ve told you instead of making it seem like you were asking for too much.”
Your fingers loosened at your sides. “I was scared of becoming just an option you...”
His eyes softened instantly. “You’re not an option, no. never an option.” he said, tone firm and very certain. The air felt lighter. He stepped closer, entering your apartment now. Slowly, giving you time to stop him.
“They only see the scattered out pieces.” he murmured. “We see the whole picture.”Your throat tightened.“And I don’t care if we argue sometimes” he added. “I care if we stop choosing each other– especially over miscommunication.”
That was the moment everything settled back into place.You nodded once. His hand lifted, hesitant but brushing yours. warm, familiar and safe.Then you leaned in.The kiss wasn’t rushed, it wasn't desperate.
Like something that had always belonged exactly there.
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