IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU GIRL, ON YOUR SPECIAL BIRTHDAY !
➪ pairing : ot5 cortis x 6th member reader
➪ summary : yay, it's your birthday !!! but why is everyone acting so weird...even sending you on a goose chase !
➪ other notes : ITS MY BIRTHDAY !!!! IM 19 NOW AHHHHH am i unc ?! im so happy and grateful for every single one of you guys, thank you genuinely for all of your support :)
➪ CORTIS’ SIXTH SENSE : THE SIXTH MEMBER CHRONICLES MASTERLIST
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like your birthday. a whole day to yourself, yummy cake, and most importantly, presents ! though this year, your birthday is a teeny tiny bit different, probably because you’re an idol now. the edits, the fan letters, the billboards, it was definitely an ego boost. martin got a whole freaking star to himself, there’s no limit to what fans can do !
but when the manager asked you what you wanted for your birthday, you said a full eight hours of sleep. he sighed, grumbling to himself before agreeing. so you slept in, sweet dreams filling your mind, it’s like the universe knew this was your special day. until you hear someone smashing pans together right above you. “WOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N !!!” martin screams as keonho keeps banging the pans together.
seonghyeon is off to the side blasting confetti poppers on you. juhoon is loudly whistling into his party blower. and james turns on the volume to an obnoxiously loud happy birthday song. you sit up, almost a little too quickly, obviously shocked by all of the commotion. maybe you died and this is your hell ? “everyone QUIET !!!” you cover your ears. surprisingly everyone listens with stupid cheesy smiles on their faces.
“what time is it ?” you ask, reaching for your phone. “it’s 5 am…ON YOUR BIRTHDAY !!!” keonho slaps the pans happily. “you guys woke me up at 5 in the morning to congratulate me ?!” you pull at your hair. “duh, what other time would have been better ?” seonghyeon shoots a confetti popper in your face. you were right, this is actually hell. “what is going on ?” the manager suddenly steps into the room.
he’s wearing a nightgown and worn out slippers. “is this hell or is this a fever dream, what the fuck is going on ?” you can’t help but laugh. “didn’t any of you hear me yesterday ?” the manager puts his hands on his hips, “y/n’s birthday wish was eight hours of sleep.” “that’s such a lame ass wish y/nie, why couldn’t you wish for a ps5 and six controllers so we can all play ?!” keonho whines, flopping on top of you.
“it’s my birthday by the way,” you pat his back. “which is exactly why we should celebrate bright and early,” juhoon eggs on the situation. “the sun isn’t even out, and since when do you like celebrating big ?!” you frown at him. juhoon shrugs, a smirk forming on his face. “i’m going back to bed…no actually, the five of you come to the living room, since you’re feeling so lively, you guys can clean the dorm !” the manager orders them.
it’s immediately met by whining “but manager nim, isn’t it cruel to make us clean on y/n’s birthday ?!” martin clasps his hands together into prayer hands. “no ?? i’m sure y/n would appreciate it,” you nod, eyes closing. and with a final round of complaints, most of the boys along with the manager leave the room. keonho has nuzzled himself against you, “you’re too heavy,” you deadpan. “i’m lighter than you-“ he hisses when you pull his hair.
“alright keonho, come on, let’s leave y/n alone,” james comes back into the room to pull keonho off of you. “but i’m sleepy,” he pouts, dragging his feet. “it was your idea to wake y/n up so early,” james reminds him. you give your older friend a warm smile as they walk out, before turning on your side. ‘just a few more hours’ you tell yourself. by the time you wake up, you don’t know how much time has passed.
you hear a knock on the door, “come in,” you mumble, cracking your eye open. “you awake ?” the manager peeks his head into the room. you nod, slowly sitting up in bed. “okay good get dressed, you have a schedule today,” he says with a stern voice. “what ? no i don’t, i checked yesterday plus it’s my birthday,” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “why would i lie to you ?” something feels weird about his answer, maybe it’s because you just woke up.
“20 minutes come on y/n,” he sighs, leaving you alone in the room. you groan, so much for having a chill day on your birthday. you toss on a random fit, something you can dance easily in and don’t care about sweating in. “is that my shirt ?” james asks, scrunching his nose at your outfit. “what’s that look ?” you put your hands on your hips. “i mean, it’s your birthday shouldn’t you look…presentable ?”
“well i’d put something good on but apparently i have a schedule today !” you wave your arms around in the air. james pauses confused, before realization visibly hits him “oh ! yeah you do, my bad i forgot.” is he sleep deprived or something ? “okay…weirdo,” you whisper the last part, walking out of the closet room. “are you leaving yet y/nie ? have fun !!!” keonho walks by you and that’s when you stop in your tracks.
“wait, why am i the only one having a schedule ? shouldn’t all of us be going together ?” you squint your eyes at them. “um, no ?” seonghyeon looks off to the side, eating his cereal. “no ???” “he means like…we’re going to go train, the five of us, you know ?” juhoon adds on calmly before walking away. “without me ?” you frown, the fomo surging in your veins. “yes but it’s for the greater good, we’re gonna be like shirtless,” martin clears his throat, holding two different pairs of pants.
“ew what ?” you make a face, going to grab some milk from the fridge. “no no no, you need to go y/nie ! you’re going to be late,” seonghyeon stands up to stop you, turning you around and leading you to the door. “but i haven’t eaten breakfast,” you whine as seonghyeon basically pushes you out of the front door, throwing your shoes next to your feet. “you’ll be fine, good luck and bye, don’t come back for- i mean until your schedule is over !” he slams the door in your face, locking the door.
you scoff in disbelief, who the hell gets kicked out of their dorm on their birthday ?! you grumble underneath your breath, slipping on your shoes. you head towards the elevator, unaware of what’s happening inside the dorm. “guys she’s gone, i kicked her out !” seonghyeon yells, already hauling out some birthday decorations from the kitchen cabinets. keonho runs over, beginning to blow up balloons, juhoon following by grabbing the smiski birthday banner.
“wait why’d you kick y/n out ?” james asks confused. “she was heading for the fridge, i couldn’t let her see the cake,” seonghyeon confidently says. “her cake is in the freezer, not the fridge,” juhoon sighs in disbelief. “oh…” a lightbulb turns on in seonghyeon’s brain for the first time today. “wait why is she getting an ice cream cake again ?” martin calls from the closet room, never missing any gossip. “because y/n doesn’t like normal cakes, plus they’re yummier,” keonho opens the freezer to get a peek at the green cake.
“do we add the smiski yet ?” he asks, already pulling out the cake. “no leave the cake alone before you drop it keonho,” james scolds him. keonho pouts, placing the cake back into its frozen home. “okay guys, let’s set everything up for y/n so that she can have a proper surprise party,” the manager claps his hands. you’ll be fine for a few hours, everyone has something for you to do anyway.
a few flights down the elevator later, you arrive to the studio. everyone almost immediately wishes you happy birthday. you smile and thank them, though all you want to do is ask why they booked you for specifically today. “so what are we gonna do today, writing or vocals ?” you ask, sitting down in front of staff. “well, uhm we were thinking of…maybe working on your rap ?” your vocal coach smiles awkwardly at you.
“rap ?” you tilt your head confused. in all of your years of training, you’ve never had a dedicated session for rapping. if martin was here, you’d throw him under the bus, that’s his job, not yours ! your coach nods, “you never know, your next comeback could have some rap lines for you.” you shrug, knowing you won’t be able to argue “i guess…” what follows after is three grueling hours of just bullshitting around. a mix of doing everything and nothing at the same time.
your voice feels hoarse from rapping and singing, your hand cramping up from writing five pages of lyrics. once you leave, you feel done for the day. you just want to get home and put on a sitcom to watch with juhoon. you drag yourself towards the elevator before someone catches up to you. “y/n, if it’s not too much of a bother, do you mind delivering these to hiss noise ?” supreme boi shoves a folder into your hands. “but i’m heading home-“
“please it’s an emergency and i really need to go to the bathroom,” he crosses his legs uncomfortably. “okay okay ! i’ll go !” you roll your eyes before he speed walks off. just one favor and you can go back to the dorm. you take the elevator about 10 floors up to hiss noise’s studio. what you didn’t expect was that when you handed him the folder that he would start lecturing you. “y/n, you’re older now, and i know that means taking more responsibility.”
you have no idea what he’s getting at, and wasn’t the folder meant to be an emergency ?! all hiss noise is doing is lecturing you on things you already know ! you think of keonho who would probably zone out within the first five minutes, not a bad idea at all actually. but instead of it just being a 10 minute talk, he yaps for over an hour ! your social battery decreases by half, there’s only so many “oh okay” and “i know” that you can give before just becoming silent.
“alright, i’ll let you go, be a good kid,” hiss noise finally lets you go. you say your final thank you and goodbye before basically running out of his studio. you walk towards the elevator, just a few floors down and you’re home. “y/n ! happy birthday girl !” your makeup artist / hairstylist shimmies her way into the elevator. “thank you,” you smile at her, giving her a hug. “i was actually hoping you’d want to be my doll, just for an hour !” your smile disappears from your face.
why does everyone you interact with want something from you ?! “oh uh actually i was going back to my dorm and i’m really tired,” you apologize to her. “please, just an hour !” she begs, grabbing your hand. you sigh, frustrated that you can’t say no without sounding mean or ungrateful. “okay, one hour,” you hesitantly nod. she beams, “yay thank you so much y/n, i have new swatches from this one makeup brand i love and ooh i want to try this hairstyle on you-”
her words drown out in your mind, just one more hour and you’re free. your stylist really wasn’t lying when she meant that you would be her doll. you don’t know how many foundations she’s tried on you but surely this can’t be good for your skin. james always complained about heavy makeup, he always had the habit of accidentally wiping it all off, leaving part of his face bare. you wish you could do that right now, it’s better than those stupid makeup wipes that’s clearly irritating your skin.
“i’ll even give you a haircut,” she hums, grabbing her scissors. “but you gave me one three weeks ago,” you protest as she starts snipping the ends of your hair. you distinctly remember seonghyeon making fun of your haircut…your stylist was always better at makeup. “it’s just a touch up,” she quickly makes an excuse. when you finally get up from the chair, almost no hair was cut, just a few strands on the ground.
“you look much better y/n ! you’re always pretty but now you’re the prettiest,” she laughs. “thank you for being my doll, you helped me a lot,” she continues, putting away all of her supplies. “yeah it’s no problem,” you nod, wanting to leave. “don’t let me hold you back, spend the rest of your birthday with love,” she gives you a final hug. and finally, you head towards the dorm, silently praying that no one will stop you. thankfully this time, you’re free.
“i’m home,” you mumble into the darkness of the dorm, feeling exhausted. how do soloists even do this all by themselves ? “where’s that stupid shoe rack,” you complain, flipping on the light switch. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N !!!” you’re immediately met by five screaming voices. your friends are all dressed in green, mismatched, but still green. keonho’s in the middle, holding a cake in his hands. it’s a smiski cake, the little green figure sitting proudly on top as the cake melts from the sides despite no candles.
you look around and see various decorations, balloons that have landed on the floor, a lopsided smiski banner, dizzy danglers falling from the ceiling. your vision becomes blurry, your mouth wobbly. “wait is it that bad ?” martin asks with a worried expression, approaching you. you shake your head “n-no, i just…you guys did all of this for me ?” you sob, wiping away your tears. seonghyeon smiles at your reaction, nudging juhoon.
“well yeah, it’s your birthday,” james says in a sing song voice. “exactly ! so take a bite please,” keonho holds the cake closer to you. you nod, sniffling before taking a big bite, the stiff cold hitting your teeth. “oh it’s ice cream, you guys remembered !” you cry. “i technically was the one who remembered-” juhoon speaks up. “it was a group effort,” seonghyeon interrupts him. you don’t care who remembered, it’s the fact that they still acted on it.
“okay let’s put some candles so you can blow them out,” the manager says from the side, holding a camera in his hands. soon enough, the boys gather around you, singing the happy birthday song with their beautiful voices. you giggle, smiling brightly before closing your eyes and making a wish. you wish to stay in this moment forever, no…you wish to stay as six forever, that nothing will ever come between you and your friends. you blow out the candles, sending the wish off so the universe can listen to you.
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