#6th member

[beaseungiu]

LIFE ON FILM

- 6th member!fem reader x OT5 cortis

… subtitled photos from the infamous digital camera of cortis!

a/n: i keep seeing this on tiktok and ykw??? i thought how abtttt making this into a oneshot 🧐🧐 i hope you all enjoy!!

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@keondxllz , @d0llddeonu ,

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[sunooslover]

PAIRING: OT!5Cortis x 6thmember!reader

SUMMARY: group chat

RATING: sfw

GENRE: SMAU, crack

Mention of Jake from Enhypen, my Pookie wookie 🤞🏻👅

[emergencyjulie]

juhoon x 6thmember!maknae!reader

rumors n headlines

a/n : i love cortis this is my first fic im writing for them. i hope it’s good i wrote this half asleep on an airplane

synopsis : being close friends with juhoon is normal, as normal as breathing to you. until the rumors… and the misinterpreted headline. but maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all.

**

you always knew that being the only girl in cortis meant everything you did got watched a little more closely—by cameras, by staff, by people online who zoomed into screenshots like detectives who had nothing better to do.

still, you never thought anyone would care about you and juhoon.

mostly because you and juhoon barely talked when you debuted. you were the maknae, you were shy, he was older, he was shy, and the group already had loud combinations that the company pushed for content. you two sort of… existed near each other like matching puzzle pieces no one had bothered to put together yet.

but then the months passed, promos happened, schedules piled up, and you kept ending up next to him. maybe because he never made you feel out of place. maybe because you didn’t drain his social battery. maybe because he got quiet the same way you did—like someone folding in on themselves.

and somehow that turned into… this.

a scandal.

**

1. inkigayo backstage vlog

the first “incident,” as fans later called it, wasn’t even an incident.

you’d been awake since 4 a.m. for hair and makeup and by the time the behind-the-scenes camera swung around the room, you were barely functioning. juhoon sat next to you on the beat-up couch, scrolling on his phone with that blank face he always wore when he was trying not to look tired.

you didn’t even remember falling asleep.

one moment, you were blinking slowly at the floor. the next, your head was on something warm and solid.

juhoon didn’t say anything. he didn’t move you away. he just… froze for a second, blinked, and then adjusted his posture so your head didn’t tilt at an awkward angle. and when the camera pointed your way, he instinctively lifted his hand to block the flash of the overhead light from hitting your eyes.

“our maknae’s tired again,” the manager joked behind the camera.

juhoon only nodded quietly, eyes soft.

the clip lasted maybe seven seconds.

but the comments?

absolutely feral.

why is she sleeping on juhoon??

THE WAY HE ADJUSTED SO SHE WOULDN’T WAKE UP

my man is down bad

guys they are literally teenagers calm down but also??????

you didn’t see the chaos until that night, sitting on your bed in the dorm while james screamed laughing from the living room.

“y/n, come here RIGHT NOW,” he yelled.

“i’m tired,” you complained.

“no, you’re exposing the group, get out here!”

you shuffled out and saw the clip on the tv—zoomed in. slowed down. analyzed. dissected.

the members were half teasing, half concerned. but juhoon… juhoon just sat quietly on the other couch, hoodie pulled tight around his face.

he didn’t meet your eyes, but when your shoulders brushed while passing, he whispered, barely audible, “sorry. i should’ve woken you up.”

you shook your head. “not your fault.”

and it wasn’t.

but it was the start.

**

2. the late night live

it was supposed to be a five-minute check-in live: just the two of you because everyone else had crashed after dance practice. you looked exhausted, he looked exhausted, and because both of you were half-asleep introverts, you ended up sitting way too close without realizing it.

you were in the corner of the practice room, sharing the same blanket someone had left behind, knees almost touching. the live chat went insane the moment it started.

“why are we reading the comments like that…” you mumbled, squinting.

“i can’t see anything,” juhoon admitted, leaning closer to your phone. which meant leaning even closer to you.

“oh my god, you’re literally on top of each other right now,” someone commented.

you choked on air. juhoon immediately sat up straighter, face red.

“no—no, it’s not—” he tried to explain but then you laughed, soft and tired and uncontrollable, and his explanation dissolved into this tiny smile he tried (and failed) to hide.

you talked about practice, about the comeback, about wanting sleep more than fame. at one point, when you yawned, juhoon covered your mouth with his hand so the mic wouldn’t pick it up.

it was a stupid, unconscious gesture.

gentle. comfortable. familiar.

and unfortunately caught from three angles because fans screen-record EVERYTHING.

by the next morning, you woke up from three hours of sleep to find your name trending. juhoon’s name too. the group chat was exploding.

why were you two so close like that??

guys we told you no more unsupervised lives after 1 a.m.

i’m actually crying they think you’re dating now

bro you COVERED her mouth what were you thinking

juhoon didn’t respond in the group chat. but when you walked into rehearsal, he immediately straightened up, eyes wide like a scared puppy.

“sorry…” he murmured.

you sighed. “you’re always sorry.”

“because you’re always the one getting dragged into trouble,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “and i don’t want that to happen because of me.”

you didn’t reply. not because you didn’t know what to say—but because you did.

and maybe that scared you more.

**

3. the fashion mv behind-the-scenes

you and juhoon weren’t even aware cameras were rolling for half of it.

the comeback was stressful. the choreography was intense. the outfits were tight and uncomfortable. and everything felt high-pressure.

but somehow, every break ended with you and juhoon sitting next to each other. talking quietly. sharing snacks. leaning your heads together while watching the monitor. laughing at the same moments. at one point, someone caught the two of you practicing the same eight-count, absently mirroring each other without realizing it.

and then there was the moment — the one fans clipped endlessly.

you were fixing the buckle on your shoulder strap, struggling with the angle, and juhoon stepped behind you, wordlessly helping snap it in place. when you jumped a little, surprised, he laughed—actually laughed, rare and bright—and you turned around and nudged him, both of you smiling like the world wasn’t watching.

the editors didn’t think it meant anything. you didn’t think it meant anything.

the fans thought it meant EVERYTHING.

and suddenly, those “y/n and juhoon moments” compilations showed up on tiktok. edits. slow-motion zoom-ins. music overlays. “maybe-they’re-dating?” theories.

your manager wasn’t mad, exactly—just… stressed.

“you two need to be careful,” he warned. “the company doesn’t want rumors.”

juhoon bowed his head. “i understand.”

you wanted to say something too, but the guilt was already in your throat.

still, the closeness didn’t stop. not really. it just became quieter. more hidden.

a little too late, as it turned out.

**

4. dispatch

two months later, you thought everything had finally died down. the scandal talk faded. people moved on.

until january 1st at 6 a.m.

martin shook you awake. violently.

“wake up wake up WAKE UP—”

you groaned. “it’s too early—”

“DISPATCH DROPPED THEIR COUPLE REVEAL.”

your heart didn’t even have time to sink before he shoved his phone into your hands.

and there it was.

your name. juhoon’s name. together. bolded.

blurry pictures of the two of you at the convenience store near the dorms. another of him walking behind you after late-night practice, backpack slung over one shoulder, eyes soft like he was making sure you got inside safely. another of you handing him a warm drink through a car window during filming.

none of it romantic. none of it inappropriate. none of it even remotely dramatic.

but paired with captions like:

“young idols grow close while supporting each other”

“witnesses claim the pair are attached at the hip”

“cortis members juhoon and y/n rumored to be in a relationship”

you felt your throat close.

your hands shook as you scrolled. comments. reactions. speculation. theories. hashtags exploding by the second.

you barely noticed juhoon entering the hallway until he said your name quietly.

“y/n.”

he looked pale. terrified. like he’d done something unforgivable.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking.

you shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“but it’s my fault people think—”

“it’s not your fault.”

he stared at you then—really stared at you, like he was searching your face for blame.

and when he didn’t find any, his shoulders sagged.

“i didn’t want this to hurt you,” he said. “i never wanted you to get attacked. i just… like being around you.”

and that was the part that hit you hardest.

because you liked being around him too.

quiet mornings. shared snacks. inside jokes no one else got. practice breaks where you’d sit silently next to each other and somehow it felt like resting.

you sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve. “…we’re in trouble, aren’t we?”

he laughed weakly. “probably.”

the company called an emergency meeting. the members rallied around you, insisting you two had done nothing wrong. managers discussed statements. publicists debated the wording.

but in the middle of the chaos, juhoon sat next to you, knee brushing yours, voice low as he whispered, “whatever happens, i’m here, okay?”

“okay,” you whispered back.

and maybe that reassurance shouldn’t have mattered so much.

but it did.

**

5. after

the company released a statement eventually, clarifying that you and juhoon were close friends, that the photos were innocent, that the group was like family.

some fans continued to ship you two harder. some demanded space. some defended you fiercely.

it was messy. chaotic. overwhelming.

but through all of it, juhoon never avoided you.

if anything, he became more careful—not in a distant way, but in a protective one. standing between you and crowds. making sure you ate. walking you to dorms after practice. quietly placing water bottles on your desk during long recordings.

one night, weeks later, you were sitting on the rooftop of the company building, wrapped in your jacket, watching the city lights.

juhoon slid next to you without a word.

“do you ever wish you weren’t in a group with me?” you asked softly.

he didn’t even hesitate.

“never.”

“even with… everything that happened?”

“especially with everything that happened.”

you looked at him, startled.

he picked at a loose thread on his sleeve, cheeks pink. “you’re the only person who makes this all feel… less loud.”

your chest tightened. “you make it less loud for me too.”

you two sat there for a long moment, the silence warm instead of heavy.

then he leaned the tiniest bit closer—not enough for the cameras to catch, not enough for anyone to accuse—but enough that your shoulders brushed.

comfortable. familiar. unspoken.

like always.

like something that didn’t need to be defined to be real.

like two quiet kids learning how to exist in a loud world.

together.

**

the confession doesn’t happen in some dramatic idol-romance kind of way. no rainstorm, no music video lighting, no perfectly timed emotional monologue.

it happens in the practice room.

and honestly, that makes sense. because everything between you and juhoon always happened in quiet places—hallways, rooftops, backstage corners where no one thought to look. places where silence wasn’t awkward but comfortable.

it’s late—past midnight, maybe closer to one. the rest of cortis left an hour ago, exhausted. you stayed behind to run the chorus formation a few more times, and juhoon, being juhoon, stayed too.

“you’re gonna pass out,” he says softly, watching you from the mirror.

“i’m fine,” you insist, even though your legs feel like water.

he sighs—that older-member sigh that tries to sound stern but comes out gentle instead. “y/n. you almost fell during the spin.”

“almost,” you repeat, trying to joke.

he doesn’t smile.

he walks over, takes your wrist carefully, and guides you to sit on the floor. the second your legs fold under you, you realize how tired you actually are.

he grabs two water bottles, hands you one, and sits beside you with a quiet thump. the room is dim except for the corner lamps. the mirrors reflect the two of you sitting close, close enough that your shoulders nearly touch.

you sip your water, breathing slowly. his knee bounces slightly—never a good sign. juhoon only fidgets like that when something’s bothering him.

“you’re thinking too loud,” you say.

he laughs once under his breath, but it sounds nervous. “i… yeah.”

“about what?”

he doesn’t answer at first. his fingers tap the label on his bottle, rhythm uneven. you watch him from the mirror, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way he keeps inhaling like he’s trying to steady himself.

finally, he says, “the scandal. dispatch. all of it.”

you look down. “i’m sorry. i know it stressed you out.”

“i’m not stressed because of you,” he says immediately, turning toward you. “never because of you.”

your chest tightens a little. “but your life got harder because of me.”

“no,” he says again, gentle but firm. “my life got harder because people pay attention. not because of you.”

you swallow, fingers twisting in the edge of your sweatshirt.

there’s a long stretch of silence where the practice room hums faintly with the air conditioner. juhoon’s gaze drops to the floor. yours follows.

then he speaks again—quieter this time.

“do you ever think about why they assumed we were dating?”

you look up, startled. “…because fans ship everyone?”

he shakes his head slowly. “no. they saw the way i look at you.”

something stops in your chest.

juhoon’s voice is soft. so soft. like he’s confessing something to the moon, not to you.

“they saw things i was trying to hide,” he continues, fingers wringing lightly. “and i thought i was doing a good job. keeping it quiet. keeping it small. but i guess people notice.”

you don’t breathe.

juhoon presses his lips together, searching for the right words.

“i… care about you,” he says finally. “more than i’m supposed to.”

your heartbeat is loud in your ears—too loud.

he keeps his eyes on the floor, because juhoon always gets shy when he’s honest. “i tried to ignore it. i really did. i didn’t want to mess up your career, or the group, or anything. i told myself it was just us being close. or that i was just being protective.”

he exhales slowly. shakily.

“but when dispatch dropped those photos, the only thing i felt was… scared. not because i didn’t want people to find out, but because i didn’t want you to get hurt. i didn’t want people talking about you like that. you didn’t deserve it.”

your throat feels tight. “juhoon…”

“and after that, i kept thinking,” he continues, voice trembling slightly. “if i’m so worried about you, if i like being around you this much, if i feel better every time we talk, every time we just sit next to each other and say nothing…” he pauses. “…then maybe i’m not pretending very well.”

you blink rapidly, overwhelmed.

“and i don’t want to pretend anymore,” he whispers.

his hands are shaking slightly in his lap.

you inhale shakily, because your heart is doing this soft, aching thing it’s never done before.

“…i thought it was just me,” you say quietly.

his head snaps up—eyes wide, hopeful, terrified all at once. “you…?”

“i thought i was imagining it,” you admit. “that the way you always checked on me, or stayed behind to practice with me, or waited outside the dorm for me when we finished late… i thought you were just being nice. i didn’t want to assume anything.”

a tiny, breathless laugh escapes him. “you’re literally the one person i can’t ‘just be nice’ to.”

you look at each other—really look—and the room feels warmer than before.

juhoon rubs his palms on his pants, nervous. “so… what do we do? i mean—we’re young, we’re idols, the company would freak out if we—”

“we don’t have to do anything,” you say gently. “we don’t have to date. or announce anything. or change anything. we can just… be honest.”

he lets out a long, quiet breath. “i’d like that.”

you scoot a little closer without even thinking. your shoulder brushes his.

juhoon’s breath catches—but he doesn’t pull away.

you lean your head on his shoulder. “i like you, juhoon.”

his whole body goes still.

then,

very, very softly—

you feel his head tilt until it rests lightly on top of yours.

“i like you too,” he says. “probably more than is smart.”

you laugh quietly. “me too.”

he hesitates for a moment, then wraps his arm around your back in a light, protective hug—nothing dramatic, nothing romantic in a flashy way. just warm. gentle. safe.

you close your eyes.

for the first time since the rumors, since the dispatch photos, since everything—

you feel calm.

quiet.

like things make sense.

juhoon’s voice rumbles against your hair. “we can take it slow. really slow. and no one has to know. not yet.”

“okay,” you whisper.

“and if it ever gets too hard… tell me. i’ll protect you.”

you smile into his shoulder. “you always do.”

the practice room stays silent after that—two teens sitting together in the soft glow of the corner lights, holding something fragile and new between them.

not a scandal.

not a rumor.

something real.

something theirs.

and for once, the quiet feels like a beginning.

[sour4cherries]

greenest envy

yunjin x f!reader (lsf 6th member)

synopsis: yunjin gets jealous at chaewon & reader's interactions (smut)

also this is my first time writing! :D

semi-public sex, jealousy, rough sex, name-calling, dom yunjin, smut

After almost 7 hours of dance rehearsal, you were exhausted. It was only after everyone had gotten the dance perfectly 4 times that the dance instructor allowed for them to go home.

Once everyone had packed their bags and gathered their belongings, Kazuha asked, "Do you guys want to go get dinner together?" Everyone nodded enthusiastically. Even the slightest mention of food was enough to life everyone's spirits.

"What do you guys think about Italian?" Eunchae asked with a cheeky grin. "That sounds soooo good." Yunjin exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I'd die for some spaghetti and garlic bread right now."

"Italian's your favorite, right y/n?" Chaewon asked you suddenly as she poked you in the arm. You turned to her in slight surprise, that she had remembered. "Yeah it is!" You said with a happy smile. Unknown to you, Yunjin glanced back between you and Chaewon with narrow eyes, finding this close relationship between the two of you to be a bit suspicious.

"Let's go!" Sakura said with a twinkle in her eyes.

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"I can drive," Sakura immediately offered when they arrived to the parking lot. She often volunteered as driving gave her a sense of calm, especially in the night. Kazuha sat in the passenger seat, which left the other 4 members to cram in the back seat. You were the last one to get in the car. No matter how you saw it, there was almost no space left except for maybe half a person. (The backseat of the car was quite small.)

Both Chaewon and Yunjin noticed immediately and seemed to guess what you were thinking. Their mouths opened at the same time but Chaewon beat Yunjin to it.

"Y/n, you can sit on me if you want." Chaewon offered. "You probably weigh like nothing," she winked. Yunjin quickly closed her mouth and clenched her jaw.

"Thanks Chaechae!" You said as you climbed onto her lap. You closed the door next to you.

As the car started, Zuha turned on the radio and on came an upbeat pop song.

"I love this song!" You, Eunchae, and Zuha said at the same time. You immediately put your hands above your head and started swaying your hips side to side. Before you knew it, the entire car was singing along loudly to the song. Everyone except Yunjin. It was so unlike her, especially since you knew she liked this song.

In fact, Yunjin was the one who recommended this song to you! Though her quiet side was rare to see, you passed it off as hunger and the exhaustion of a long dance rehearsal.

You must have been moving a bit too much because after the song came to an end, you felt a pair of hands grab your waist.

"Y/n stop squirming so much! You're tickling me to death," Chaewon scrunched her nose while laughing animatedly. "You're so cute."

You felt your cheeks grow hot and you grinned apologetically. "Oops sorry Unnie. This song is just so good!"

Chaewon put her hands fully around your waist to give a hug. "God you're actually so adorable." As Chaewon said this, Yunjin's hands balled into tight fists and she looked away quickly.

The next song was a more mellow one, which left the members in the car quiet and calm. Inside the vehicle was a comfortable silence. But there was something bothering you.

"Yunjinnie, I thought you liked that song too," You said a bit sadly. Yunjin turned to face you. The sight of you sitting on Chaewon with Chaewon's hands on your waist made her visibly tense.

"I do, I'm just hungry," Yunjin said with a smile that was obviously forced. "Okay then," You said, confused. Why was Yunjin so low-spirited? She was so energetic throughout all of the dance practice,,,

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"Could I have an fettuccine alfredo with shrimp?" You asked sweetly to the waitress. The waitress nodded politely and took the next person's order.

While waiting for food, everyone was talking about the next tour and struggles during dance practice. You sat sandwiched between Yunjin and Chaewon. Though Chaewon was engaged in the conversation between the members, Yunjin sat quiet. Her eyes flicked to you every now and then. It was subtle but enough for you to notice. You wanted to say something to her but couldn't think of any words.

Suddenly, as you were lost in your thoughts, a warm delicate hand grasped your knee. You thought it was accidental, but the hand lingered there. You looked slightly to the left at Yunjin, with hopes of reading her thoughts, but she wasn't even looking at you. In fact, she was engaged in a conversation with Zuha.

Yunjin's hand slowly crawled up your leg, until it reached under the hem of your skirt. "Oh!" You gasped out in both surprise and arousal.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Chaewon asked in a concerned voice. Though Chaewon was sitting right next to you, Yunjin's hand remained covered by the white tablecloth. As soon as Chaewon spoke to you, Yunjin's fingertips moved and brushed against your core. Her hand cupped your underwear and she pressed against you. You quickly bit your lip to prevent any more sounds from coming out.

"Yup, I'm fine! I just had a random thought," You giggled nervously. Chaewon looked at you suspiciously but let it go. With everyone's attention back to the conversation, Yunjin's moves grew bolder.

Her slim fingers circled your clit at a menacingly slow pace. You were sure that your panties were drenched wet. Yunjin could probably feel the wetness seep through the thin fabric. Or maybe even smell your arousal.

Her fingers moved your panties to one side, allowing for skin-to-skin contact. You looked around the table at your members, but thankfully, no one was paying any attention to your facial expressions. Yunjin, using one of her long fingers, stroked up your slit, collecting beads of wetness. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Yunjin retracted her hands from under the table and announced calmly, "I'm going to use the restroom. Anyone else need to go?" You stood up at way too quickly at her words. "I need to go too!"

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The moment you entered the restroom with Yunjin, her entire demeanor changed.

"Y/n," Yunjin said in a low voice, her pupils clearly dilated. She had you pushed against the restroom wall, with her height as a clear advantage. She reached under your skirt in one swift motion and roughly pressed against your drenched panties.

"What got you this wet, huh?" She questioned darkly. "Was it when you were grinding on Chaewon like a little slut? Or maybe when her hands touched you? Are you this wet from that?"

Yunjin roughly pulled your skirt down, leaving you in just your underwear. She gave your pussy a light slap before burying her head into the crook of your neck to leave colorful bruises on your neck.

"I- It-" That was the most amount of words you managed to get out of your mouth. Yunjin stopped up at your lack of words and looked you dead in the eye. "Use your words baby. You had no trouble talking back there. Can you only talk around Chaewon now?"

You grabbed Yunjin's hand blindly and guided it back to where you were aching. Yunjin laughed at your expense. "You know I'm only yours, Yunjinnie," You managed to say breathlessly. Yunjin sped up her movements at your core, taking off your panties in the process.

"Say it again."

"Oh god, I'm yours." You said as you moaned.

Yunjin knelt down and put her mouth to your clit, lapping up the juices that were now dripping down your thigh. She circled your pussy with her tongue, making you writhe and squirm with pleasure. She teased one finger into your entrance, enjoying the way you melted and leaned into her touch.

"Y/n you're so tight. No matter how many times I touch you, it's like you're a virgin."

Yunjin pushed her finger into you warming you up before entering another digit. Though she had almost barely touched you, you felt yourself nearing your climax.

"Yunjin, I'm gonna-" You came with a scream. Yunjin stood up when you finished riding your high and placed a quick kiss on your cheek. Then, she smiled. "Your neck's definitely going to bruise."

Your cheeks turned scarlet.

------

You and Yunjin walked back to the table, where your food was cold and all the other members had finished eating. Your inner thighs were still wet with your juices, and you let down hair from its ponytail to hide Yunjin's marks. It was only then that Yunjin went back to her normal chatty and happy self.

[illit-kiyoko]

˙⋆✮ 𝓀iyoko 𝓂ae is a 17 year old idol born on August 8, 2008. She debuted as a member of the girl group ILLIT with their first EP 'SUPER REAL ME' on March 25, 2024. Kiyoko produces and writes the most out of the members, assisting in many songs in their debut EP and later songs.

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please note that i'm a student so updates will be slow !!

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[uchinagai]

May I request a Iroha x Fem!Reader?

Iroha is a friend you made at BELIFT LAB, she is a trainee with you for the group ILLIT. She struggles sometimes due to her being Japanese, but she's slowly getting used to the changes in her life.

“Comfort”

𝜗𝜚 Iroha X fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 contains : idol!iroha, idol!reader, 6th member, mention of Youngseo, pure fluff, mentions of kissing, once again just fluff, friends to lovers, kind of rushed in the end?? Reader is 17, idk what else to say just enjoy :)

𝜗𝜚 note : first time writing request, idk how I did to be honest, if any mistakes are spotted just please ignore it :3 enjoyyy

𝜗𝜚 wk : 2.2k+

You weren’t on the survival show that the new girls had to go through, yet still hybe decided to debut you with them. It was weird, for sure. All the trainee friends you made were gone, and you had to face six girls you only saw on television occasionally. Yunah, Minju, Moka, Wonhee, Youngseo and iroha.

The girls seemed slightly lost during their first day in hybe building making you chuckle. You were a trainee under hybe for 4 years, so you were familiar and when they entered the practice room worn out from all the walking, you assumed they got lost so you couldn’t help yourself but laugh quietly. The Interaction was awkward, to say the least. All of them except Yunah and Youngseo was introverted so you just went with your fellow extrovert Yunah and had a chat. She turned out to be the oldest of them.

During practice and introduction, you found out that everyone had their charm but the youngest, Iroha had the most outstanding perk which was dance. She was a year younger than you yet her dance was something that you felt like it would years of practice and from a little chat with her about how good she was dancing you found out she was just a kid when she started dancing, not like shes any bigger now but you kept it quiet and nodded. Her accent seemed off which only meant she wasn’t Korean. It was rude of you to ask, so you thought, so you just went on the internet and found out that she was Japanese along with Moka. That would explain her slight stuttering and pauses to gather words that didn’t make sense. You spoke fluent Japanese, so when you started talking to her in Japanese a smile appeared on the girl's face, feeling relieved that she could have one more person other than Moka to talk to in her native language.

At first, you got along with Yunah a lot, both of you guys were extroverts so talking to each other was easy and conversations were flowing, that was until you got arranged with Wonhee, a member you were least close with… even tho Wonhee was 07 like you, you still turned oldest and something about being oldest always made you feel overprotective over anyone so when the hate train that started against Wonhee made you furious, so you always made sure to comment about her doing a good job or something to keep her hyped up. If you saw her looking at comments you would divert her attention. 

People didn’t know about your identity because when the 7th member was announced your face was hidden from the teaser or blurred so people were expecting a lot so it gave you more comfort and if it came to transporting your face was covered. Some rumors were that illits 7th member was hybes ‘secret weapon’ which was more than true. You were somewhat  ‘spoiled’ by HYBE which just meant extra attention and pressure to perfection was always on you. You were confident with singing and rapping, almost coming off as cocky. The dancing was not something you yet felt comfortable with. A lot of trainees came to you for help with an expectation so of course, you helped them out. You were just 13 when you started training so the pressure was hard. A lot of expectations felt overwhelming so you could say, you grew up faster and matured so having the role of ‘helper’ and ‘mother’ was not new to you. You wanted to be the type of person you begged god for each night when you first started training.

Out of thin air, one of the new girls, Youngseo's departure from the debut line was publicly released. Not even girls knew about it and the reason why was never said. On that same day, you guys had to be in the company for the ILLIT debut debrief. You were never close to the girl, you never got the chance to do so but it had a hard blow on members, mostly Iroha. You knew they were roommates and also close on a survival show. Their duo name was something like KOYANGZ or something, but that wasn’t important right now.

On the way, you, of course, had a cap and face mask covering you for privacy and mysteriousness. You decided to sit next to the youngest, you didn’t wanna cross anything but still tried to talk to her, snap her out of her thoughts by saying random things which seemed to work as she engaged in talking more, smiled, and listened to whatever you had to say about your trainee days in HYBE. Once the car stopped in front of the building you were bold enough to hold her hand as you walked into the building. She didn’t pull away, in fact, she held your hand tighter and once you guys sat down, she wanted to sit next to you so that is what you guys did. While the staff was talking you noticed the uneasy look on Iroha's, the debut was good and she would like it, you thought so you whispered into her ear:

“どうしたの？(whats wrong?)”

“何も理解できない... (I don’t understand anything)”

she said with a sad look as you chuckled and asked the staff to slow down with talking a little and whispered a translated version to her ear. As the meeting was finished the girls walked out satisfied by the debut plan and demo version of music you two were the last to walk out. You let the girls walk ahead as you talked about the plan with Iroha. She seemed more open and smiley which gave you some sort of pride. Members decided to walk inside the building for some reason and you guys just went with it. Since you were more talkative Iroha was just staring and listening till one of the old trainee friends stopped you with a loud greeting.

“Y/N??”

“JENNY!”

You yell back as you let go of Irohas hand and just run to the girl picking her up and pulling her into tight embrace. The younger one was left just standing there, awkwardly as a tight feeling formed into her stomach, confused by it.

“I haven’t seen you for so long, I knew it was you when I saw the new ‘mysterious’ girl debuting with ILLIT”

You laughed as you nodded and turned to Iroha as you signaled her to come which she did with an awkward smile looking between you and some girl named Jenny.

“This is my maknae, Iroha,” you say as you pet her back gently. “We have to get going, all though, so maybe catch you later?’  say as you two bid your goodbyes and just continue talking to Iroha, except you weren't holding her hand anymore which made younger feel… empty. After leaving the building back into the dorms everyone washed up and changed into comfortable clothes everyone agreed to have a little more ‘bonding’ time with you since you didn't know the girls well and while they went through a lot together. You kind of wished you were in the show too, get to know them well so things wouldn’t be as awkward as it is now but there was no turning back so all six of you gathered in the living room, chatting and mainly focused on you. Each had their questions about you so you happily answered each of them, but not one question was from Iroha… it made you kind of sad, wasn’t she interested? Why didn’t she ask anything? Did you talk too much?

Truth was, she was more than interested, each time you answered she made sure she didn’t miss anything and secretly noted it down.

Time-to-time you got used to the girls, engaged in playing around with them and just having fun. You also noticed how lighthearted Iroha was. Teasing Wonhee about being the actual maknae because she’s ‘cuter’ than her, which was true because Wonhees face was cute and so were her habits. You always found yourself being closer to Iroha, even after the debut, you always stuck to her side, playing with her, keeping her company, improving her Korean pronunciation, and translating things she couldn’t understand. Iroha was more than grateful and she admired your hard work while also helping you with dance. Everything was good, the title track ‘Magnetic’ was doing amazing on the charts and got in total of 12 wins which made the group so happy. You and Iroha were fans' favorite duo due to you being her safe place on and off cameras. You always made sure she was comfortable, she spoke better Korean than before and you were glad she was happy, happy with you. There was some unspoken tie between you two that members always made sure to tease you guys with making younger blush while you just laughed it off, but both of you knew it deep down too. Whenever you saw your favorite maknae you just wanted to hold her, pinch her cheek, and just baby her all the time. She was always next to you, either teasing you, teasing you, or just enjoying your presence, it made her calm, you were the person who helped her get used to her new way of living. 

Promotions were done but all six of you guys were invited to Paris Fashion Week. Everyone was excited, Iroha was jumping around clinging to you talking all about what she was gonna wear and what she wanted to do in that one week of being in a foreign country. You were also excited and promised to take a lot of pictures of her there.

Once the plane landed the younger couldn't contain her happiness looking around amazed as she dragged you into every shop showing you random things as you bought her a few things she liked.

Once the car got to the hotel members decided to split into 3 different rooms: Yunah & Wonhee, Minju & moka, and you & Iroha, of course. Youngest was pleading to be in the same room as you saying that ‘Wonhee is already lucky enough to be in the same dorm room as you’ which made your heart flutter, just a little. 

The show went amazing, Iroha as usual was by your side and whenever someone spoke in English, you translated everything. It was Iroha's favorite thing about you; the ability to translate for her. You looked so charming but she would never admit that to your face. After the show you two decided to walk around Paris, enjoying the main attraction, the Eifel Tower during the night. The tension was there, both of you could feel it but chose to ignore it as you guys talked about random topics, that was until Iroha stopped in front of a great view of the tower in the back of the bridge.

“Remember, you promised to take pictures of me” she teased implying that she wanted a picture taken which made you chuckle and grab your phone Iroha posing right away. She was beautiful, but the camera couldn’t capture her beauty. Her red nose due to the light wind blowing on her face, perfectly done straight, and long black hair, with bangs that made roha, roha. Choker perfectly sits around her neck, a light brown jacket that she wore at the fashion show. She was all too perfect and all you could do was stare and admire her beauty. That was till Iroha herself had to snap you out of your clouds.

“y/n??” she called out as you looked at her with a smile and all you could do was hum, not trusting your voice to speak up.

She came closer to your face as she put the back of her hand on your cheek.

“Am I that pretty that I got you blushing?” she asked in a teasing manner as she chuckled and tilted her head slightly. It was all too much for you, you wanted her and there was no avoiding it; it was either you have her or be rejected so all you could do was move closer and connect your lips with her.

…

Silence. Irohas heart stopped beating for a second, eyes widened as she tried to process what was happening to her until you pulled back face flushed.

“I'm sorry it was all too sudden, I didn’t know what to do so I just-” You got cut off with a kiss again, this time from Iroha. Your heart was beating as you fluttered your eyes closed putting your arm around her waist to pull her closer as she wrapped hers around your neck. It felt like it lasted for hours till both of you pulled away.

“You talk too much,” Iroha said teasing you causing both of you to burst out laughing.

“Oh, you meant ‘Oh y/n I like you too’” you added making her smack your shoulder.

“You haven't confessed yet, lady,” she said with a point making you cup her cheeks.

“I love you, roha.”

“I love you too, y/nnie”

“Be my girlfriend?” you say, slightly cringing at yourself as Iroha laughs.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Iroha was more than happy she joined that survival show and made it, she was grateful that HYBE decided to add another girl into the debut line and it so happened to be the love of her life. She loved the changes in her life and was more than happy to get used to it, with you . . .

[yunahmygfreal]

Newjeans x ILLIT FANFIC IDEA

I've been thinking about this idea for six months now. Listen up. Any NJ member (maybe even two) and a reader (who is a 6th member of illit). Initially, the reader trained in "source music” together with NJ, some participants le sSerafim and Yunah . Min hee jin canceled her debut, and she ended up making her Illit debut. Please write a fanfiction with a similar plot, I expect a love line, scandal, drama, betrayal and much more. I'm sure it will be a fire 🔥

[seullovesme]

plsplspls write a drabble about seulgi and her abs, i just wanna #### them and #### them so bad

6th member reader mentions her favorite feature about seulgi is her abs and she gets braver about showing them all the time 🤭😭

LMFAOOOO anon you are SO real for submitting this i got so carried away, enjoy babez

not proofread 😞

pairing = 6th member!reader x kang seulgi

warnings ⥬ suggestive

seulgi rereads your bubble message for what may be the 50th time in the span of 5 minutes.

"my favorite part about seulgi? her abs of course.. you know what i mean right? i love them, they're incredible"

every time she reads it, it makes her so giddy and she can feel a smile fight its way onto her face. to think that you, her dearest member, was admiring her body like that and not to mention the fact that you said that to the fans. she put a hand on her stomach and thanked the lord for blessing her with abs. she was thrilled to know that you like a part of her body.

in fact, she was so happy about it that her outfits constantly consisted of shirts that lacked a lower half. she found herself wearing only crop tops in the dorms in hopes that you would give her more attention, but every time you saw her, you never said or did anything.

seulgi was beginning to get upset, you said it yourself that you loved her toned stomach so why weren't you saying anything? she was wearing some of her shortest shirts that even wendy started to comment about how she had been dressing, and then irene did too. it seemed like everyone but you cared, and she was NOT having it.

she busts into your room and spots on your phone in bed. after slamming the door, she stomps her way over to you and snatches your phone out of your hands. you were shocked but what was more shocking to you was seulgi's outfit. she wore a loose cropped sweater that stopped at her ribs and low waisted jean shorts that were definitely too short for her to be wearing in january.

"seul, arent you cold?" somehow, you saying this made her more frustrated. its like you were ignoring what she really wanted on purpose. she pushes you down on your bed and straddles your waist while pinning your arms above your head, making it impossible for you to move. you try to get her off of you saying this is weird, but she stays put. you eventually give up and just opt to hearing her out.

seulgi bursts and tells you all about how she's been wearing these extremely revealing clothes this whole week, trying to earn praises and attention from you but never even batted an eyelash. you could see how mad she was by the way her nostrils flared as she spoke. you try to move one arm but seulgi only tightens her grip, so you ask her to let go for a moment which she does as she fears hurting you.

once she let go, you put a hand on her exposed abdomen and felt the muscles tense under your hands. the sensation was so nice for the girl and you could see it on her face. "you think i wanted to ignore you?" you explained how you ignored her simply because you didn't think you'd be able to control yourself if you didn't. this flusters the girl on top of you and she lets you go to hide her face in embarrassment. you put both your hands on her waist and played the loops in her shorts.

you continued talking about how she should dress like this but only for you. of course she will, after what happened, she will most definitely dress up just for you.

(ok but fr why cant i move my images or texts in post)