hello, everyone! i'm paulette, but you can call me 'lettie'! i write for fun and self indulgence. this blog is for CORTIS, and CORTIS only!! as of now, i'm mainly writing for juhoon — since he's my bias — but i will write more for the other members soon!!
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ): OUR LIL JJU IS NOW 18!!!!! had to update for his bday even though my head is killing me (why am i getting migraines)
ps: please pay attention to what time of day it is indicated above the panels!!
under the cut !
earlier that day !
later !
that night !
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ): whew, they finally met... i feel like this is a bit fast paced, but im cooking up a written scene showcasing what happens in between these panels hehe...
HELLO EVERYONE !! i am still alive (#not_ded) but i js got electricty back after mother earth decided to nerf my country w TWOOOO freaking typhoons... will update AS SOON AS I CAN cuz skool is coming back (sigh...) and i gotta do a lil more stuff before i can get back to whipping up stories <333
unfortunately no update for the next few days :((( its semifinals week here (tests start tmr) so i gotta lock in and study (and maybe play a bit of roblox in between)
just thought u guys should know !! <333
lot's of love, lettie 🫶
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ): prim is NOT impressed yall... also struggled w this post bc wdym i can't upload a video...
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older!best friend!idol!martin x ive member!fem!reader
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ): another self indulgent fic but w martin ><
word count: 791
under the cut !
Martin’s smile widened the moment he spotted you walking through the doors of BigHit’s practice room. His best friend since childhood, the person who had been with him since he first auditioned for the company, was now here to visit him and congratulate him on his debut. Martin greeted you with a formal “hello” together with a bow, considering you were his senior, and you reciprocated. You were both wary of the cameras around you, a bit bummed out you couldn’t greet each other like how you wanted to — a big warm hug from Martin was something you needed after not seeing him for a while.
“You can greet each other how you want.” A staff member spoke, urging you to move closer to each other. You looked to your manager, eyes unsure, and your manager gave an encouraging nod.
“The cameras aren’t on yet.” The former staff member added, sensing your hesitation.
Martin didn’t hesitate — though you did — and engulfed you in a tight hug, whispering greetings into your hair, while you smiled into his chest, feeling giddy at finally seeing your best friend again.
“Martin, I love you, but you look like an electrocuted Masha.” You remarked, the comment loud enough to make the staff around you laugh. Martin laughed as well, ruffling your hair with a weak comeback, saying, “It looks cool!”
The two of you embraced a bit longer, the hug speaking all the words you wanted to say to each other but can’t, not right now.
“Do you know the choreo yet?” Martin asked after pulling away, not before giving you a squeeze, setting a safe distance once the staff made a signal that the cameras were on.
“Of course I do, I learned it beforehand.” You flipped your hair, and Martin fought a laugh, knowing he had to act professional with you.
“Do you wanna practice a bit before we actually film?” Your best friend offered.
“Ooo, yes please.” You nodded, getting into position beside Martin. You made sure to stand a few steps forward, not wanting your height difference to be so prominent (Mission Impossible, Martin’s too tall). You practiced the moves with him a couple of times before shooting the dance challenge in one take, making sure you were both satisfied with the take before deeming it good.
“Are we only doing your dance?” You teased, feeling a bit comfortable interacting with Martin, feeling the scrutinizing gaze of the cameras.
“Hmm, what do you propose, sunbae?” Martin retorted, meeting your eyes through the mirrors that covered the walls of the practice room.
“I wanna see you dance ‘attitude’.” You smiled, unable to suppress your laugh at Martin’s shocked face.
“What? Don’t know it? I could’ve sworn you sent me a video—” Martin made a quick work of slapping his palm over your mouth, nearly covering your whole face with the size of his hand.
“Shhh, what? I can’t hear what you’re saying.” The staff watched with smiles as you tried to weasle your way out of Martin’s hold, your best friend now (almost) hugging you from behind. After a few minutes of your little wrestling session, Martin let you go, a triumphant smirk on his face.
“Bro, I swear.” You huffed, fixing your hair. Martin gasped dramatically, hand clasped over his chest as if he had been wounded. “Hey, where’s your respect? I’m older!”
“Ain’t no way I’m calling you ‘oppa’.” You cringed, smacking him on the arm, and Martin only laughed in response.
“C’mon, bro, dance ‘attitude’ with me!” You pouted, making ‘please’ hands at him. Martin shook his head. “No freaking way, nuh uh.”
You groaned, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Please?” Martin shook his head profusely, exaggerating the movement.
“C’mon, I’ll sing for you.” You added, Martin looking at you with a ‘girl, what?’ look. “No, thanks, I’m—” Martin was unable to finish his sentence, cut off by you starting to sing the pre-chorus of ‘Versace on the Floor’.
“So, baby, let’s just turn down the lights. And close the door.” You sang, smiling once you saw Martin cover his ears. You didn’t sound bad, no way, but Martin didn’t need to remember his audition. He cringes every time he is reminded of how it went down.
“Ooh, I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore. No, you won’t need it no more, let’s just kiss till we’re—” Martin cut you off by loudly groaning, hands still covering his ears.
“Fine! Fine, I’ll dance ‘attitude’ with you!” Martin relented, just wanting you to stop with your teasing (he was going to agree to do it with you no matter what). You squealed in response, jumping up and down in happiness.
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ): late upload bc i wanted to take a lil break :>
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ECHO PARTYLIST ! from "I'm not interested rn... Sorry."
FILLER EPISODE !!
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ):here are the candidates of ECHO Partylist !
note ( ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ): making the campaign posters was fun and chaotic...
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