(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 안건호 as the down bad guy chasing the girl he loves with a text and a dream (literally)…
🎀 when a girl misses school one day, she needs her homework and when she needs her homework, she’s gets the number to the guy in her class with it. and when a guy is hopelessly pining on a girl, he does whatever it takes. but when numbers get mixed up, feelings soon do too and realisations are made. so, can his dream girl finally fall for him, even if it was by accident?
(.◜◡◝) ❤︎ OR ALTERNATIVELY, can 건호 get his girl when given the chance?
💬 blackcat!fem!reader x sunshine!downbad!keonho fluff slow burn crack angst reader plays hard to get (#can’tbeeasy) keonho is extremely down bad reader doesn’t know how to manage her feelings mentions of cortis members and younghocrew !
⤷ ✿ riri’s notes ! (˶˃⤙˂˶) randomly thought of this while talking about smaus with my girls (younghocrew i love you) and honestly wanted to try out an smau series! this was pretty fun to make honestly, i hope you guys enjoy it cause i’m breaking my hiatus to do this. hugs and kisses, mwah!
➜ (´ ˘ `) MASTERLIST
YOUNGHOCREW + YOUNGCREATORCREW: PROFILES
1. RANDOMS ON THE RUN
2. YO CHAT WE BALLIN’
3. Pack It Up Bro…
4. IS THE MIC ON?
5. SYBAU JUSEYO
6. NO PAIN NO GAIN
7. YO CHAT THE BALL GONE
8. YOUNGCREATORCREW AFTER BADDIES
9. WHO GETTIN’ SLIMED TONIGHT
10. YOUNGHOCREW AFTER IDIOTS
11. “DELETE ALL FEELINGS”
12. ION EEN CUR FO REAL
13. I(D)Gaf FINAL BOSS
14. *EVERYONE LEAVES*
15. Ok…*no correlation meme*
16. Don’t Even joke Lad…
17. #ihatemybf with a dash of Flirt
18. FUCK IT WII BALL
19. LOVER BOY ERA
20. HOW TO GET (ACCIDENTAL) FINE SHYT
(bonus) 21. TOOK IT TO THE EMAILS
AS OF MAY 13TH, this is an ongoing series, all requests to be tagged on the series will be taken here. requests will not be accepted after EPISODE 20.
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ONLY AT J4EYXN, terms and condtions apply, like seriously ts one of a kind.
syn. after months of ghosting your trainee situationship, you finally decide to reach out during their live in weverse at 2 am.
warnings&contains. separate fiction from reality, situationship, no angst, idol x idol au, ignorance, "almost", not proofread writing, intended lowercase writing, 2.4k+ words
2:08 A.M.
seonghyeon sluggishly reads the time on his phone, trying to think of some lines for a sample that martin is producing in their studio.
they're currently doing a live in weverse, and seonghyeon is also trying to fight the urge to sleep.
"martin, you're so cute." martin reads a comment, grinning from ear to ear while doing so. seonghyeon ends up pulling himself out of the frame to make a face, and sure enough martin starts cackling at his reaction.
"eom seonghyeon, go home." he reads another comment out loudly to provoke further, and it just worsens seonghyeon's desire to head back and leave him behind.
they both sit in pleasant silence before martin's jaw suddenly drops, not even being subtle about what he's seeing.
"what?" seonghyeon asks, barely audible for the fans watching but enough for the other to hear.
martin gestures a side-eye while the atmosphere in the studio thickens. the suspense is making seonghyeon creeped out, so he cocks an eyebrow in confusion.
the blonde still doesn't say anything while opening a tab on their computer and starts typing—a half smile shown on his face to keep the tension less suspicious.
'i think the one who commented that was y/n' the text on the monitor says.
something immediately shifts in seonghyeon upon reading that, though his face remains neutral—his shoulders are starting to feel stiff now.
seonghyeon is profoundly hit with a wave of reminiscence during his trainee days, where you and him had somewhat made a bond that's far from what normal friends do, but less than what lovers do. it wasn't confusing nor was it depicted as serious for you both—it was just there.
a situationship? maybe.
seonghyeon takes a moment to process before unlocking his phone and opening the weverse app, making sure he's out of the camera from the live.
martin proceeds with whatever he was initially doing, bringing up other topics to distract the fans from the prolonged silence just earlier.
for a whole year and a half, martin was accustomed to listen through seonghyeon's never ending rambles about your interactions with him—it was always baffling to hear.
he still recalls how seonghyeon would fanboy once you're out of the studio they practiced at, or how his ears turned into a shade of pink and a small smile crept on his face whenever you passed by him down the hallways.
despite working in the same building, you've never once ran into seonghyeon since their debut. ever.
you were voluntarily avoiding him, and consistently made the excuse of not wanting rumors to spread right after their debut.
having said that, you thought he wouldn't mind much since there was nothing serious going on between you and him.
on the other hand, seonghyeon did forget about it until the promotions stopped.
the last time he heard from you was when you congratulated him before the debut happened.
it felt odd. he has your number saved, but there are absolutely zero messages exchanged. before, mostly prank calls happened whenever you couldn't sleep during the night.
so why would you comment on their weverse live now? even worse, how did martin figure out that it was you?
while scrolling through the countless comments on their live, a notification bar suddenly appears on his phone.and thank gosh he has silent mode on.
y/n | 2:14 A.M.
→ hi
→ haha, martin read my comment
→ i saw that the light of ur studio is on, thought i'd drop by to say hi
seonghyeon's eyes widen a bit, straightening himself on the chair while staring at your message.
martin turns to look at him, a brow raised while his hands precariously rest on the keyboard. from that alone, seonghyeon is already holding back a smile unconciously.
martin scoots closer so he can peek at seonghyeon's phone, and his jaw drops a second time with eyes wider than ever.
"shoot your shot, what are you doing?" the blond whispers, and seonghyeon just smiles while his stare lingers on the screen showcasing your messages.
their faces are both out of the frame, so no one has a clue on what they're fussing about.
meanwhile, your phone buzzes while you're hanging around the lobby nearby their studio, and seonghyeon's name pops up.
seonghyeon | 2:16 A.M.
→ hello to u too
→ it's late, you should come in
you swear you could laugh at his boldness. they're having a live and he wants you to come in?
it takes you a full minute to think of something to say. after all, you embarrassingly took ten minutes to deliver the first few messages you sent.
it's ironic. how can you show up at a workday late at night after ghosting him since debut?
y/n | 2:17 A.M.
→and start a rumor..
→no thanks lol
→tell martin he's cute though!
seonghyeon | 2:17 A.M.
→ why not? also I'm not telling him that
→ and you commented for me to go home
→ miss me?
→ *deleted a message*
that deleted message did not go unseen by you. other than the surprise you have from how fast he replied, the text he unsent made you even more perplexed.
you didn't have anything to say, it already felt awkward after seeing that.
pursing your lips into a tight line, you switch apps to weverse and click on their live again to see whatever he's doing. with volume down, of course.
seonghyeon is suspiciously out of the frame, only a glimpse of his shoulder is seen beside martin.
although martin keeps looking back at him as if they're both anticipating something.
it's two in the morning, and the halls carry an eerie aura that somewhat feels like a horror movie. only a few lights are flicked on and distant sounds of music leaking through the doors can be heard while you're sitting in the lobby with a fogged mind.
you stare longingly at your screen, both thumbs hovered over your phone tentatively.
sleepiness will come as an excuse later on.
y/n | 2:20 A.M.
→ yeah, i do
→ what's your solution mister eom?
and sent. you immediately switch back to their live for reaction purposes.
there you see seonghyeon remains out of frame, but martin's face is as well—he's in an awkward position on his seat, presumably to peek at whatever seonghyeon's phone has.
it's your conversation with him, no doubt.
you silently watch them both with a wave of drowsiness starting to get to you. you don't know what you're trying to achieve.
thankfully adrenaline is helping you stay awake; the 'i want to see seonghyeon' adrenaline.
you started calling it that if a sense of nostalgia hits you whenever you scroll through past pictures from trainee days, because you were always beside seonghyeon during group workshops.
you both did duo hand poses, or similar facial expressions—either silly or attempting to look cool. you just randomly miss those times.
there's no response until now, so you decide to give up on whatever banter you had going on and head back to your dorm.
right when you stood up and is just about to pass by their studio, their door suddenly opens. you froze on the spot.
you could already tell from your peripherals that it was seonghyeon. no doubt.
turning to look at who, you're met by a familiar presence who's leaning on the door frame. he looks surprised at first, then his face immediately turns smug—which was not a good thing.
"this is my solution, miss (last name)." a raspy tone escapes from his mouth. you swear you want to run away and pretend this never happened.
"i suggest you go back to entertaining your live, eom." you say, returning the nature of his intentions.
"we ended it." martin suddenly pops up from behind, a wide grin on his face.
you stood still, breath hitching from the betrayal you just felt from the six footer.
"so?" you feign a look of disinterest, not wanting to involve yourself. although you started this.
"so, come in, obviously?" seonghyeon persists, shoving martin out from behind him and opening the door wide for you to follow inside.
looking at him while you maintain eye contact, a surge of unfamiliar feelings rise in your stomach, so you immediately dart your irises somewhere else. "do i have a choice?"
"it's two a.m., and you're already here." seonghyeon reasons with you, and you let out a sigh in defeat.
"fine."
deliberately entering their studio with small steps, you look around the hallways beforehand in case someone else might be witnessing this whole thing.
the door clicks shut behind you, and you're met with the setting of their studio. it looks just like yours, as it is with every other studio in this building.
the only light source is from the monitor and two warm-colored lamps illuminating the room.
martin sits in front of the working computer with headphones on and a mic beside him. a couch rests right behind.
various stuff decorates their studio as well, like a box of the minecraft TNT, a lineup of different instruments, and a few small plushies.
"it's not much." he denies, looking at you, then to martin.
"nice." you compliment with a low voice, remaining stiff with a straight stance at the corner of the room.
seonghyeon stands beside you with a decent gap, chuckling at what you said.
martin removes his headphones and spins the chair to face towards you and seonghyeon.an awkward silence fills the room with back and forth stares.
"why are you so silent, (name)? you used to comment about every single thing you see." martin laughs, standing from his seat.
"oh... I guess." you vaguely respond with a nervous laugh, pressing yourself further onto the corner you're in.
"I'll go back down to get some snacks. perfect time to reconcile, lovebirds." martin says teasingly, hastily leaving the studio.
all you can do is internally curse.
you and seonghyeon stare at each other with silence filling up the air the moment martin leaves.
"so..." he clears his throat.
"so," you copy, trying to dig up something to say.
"sorry, it's kind of...weird. I know." he speaks up, moving to sit on the chair martin once occupied.
he turns to look at your state and how you're compressing yourself against the corner of the wall.
"what?" you ask, avoiding his stare.
seonghyeon starts laughing, and you can feel your cheeks heat up from the sudden sound.
annoying action, breathtaking laugh. as always.
what are you even saying?
"why are you just standing there? sit over here." he points towards the couch.
you take a while to gather your composure and end up relentlessly sitting on where his fingers gestured.
seonghyeon doesn't turn a blind eye on your behavior, he's blatantly noticing on how wary you're acting.
"congrats on your recent comeback." leaning back on the couch, you cross your arms and look up at the ceiling in attempts to avoid his gaze.
"thanks. we have a lot on our plate lately."
"that's normal."
another intense wordless moment passes by, and your stomach is beginning to do these unpleasant feelings of it churning, or tightening.
"seonghyeon—"
"(name)—"
the words die on your tongue the moment he speaks in unison with you while staring at each other dumbfoundedly—as if you and him are distinctively thinking of the same thing.
"gosh. let me speak first." you inhale deeply, a rush of adrenaline load your senses. "i don't know why I'm here, I don't know why i texted you— i mean i literally ghosted you for nearly a year, and i-"
without a second thought, amidst your panicked maunder, you hear the wheels of the spinning chair seonghyeon sat on moving and before you knew it, he had pulled you in for an abrupt embrace.
"hyeon, what are you—"
"do you know how many times i wanted to text you?" he softly asks, his hand laid on your head gently while resting it against his chest. the other loosely wraps around above your shoulder, cautiously trying to not move it carelessly.
you're speechless. it feels like you've short-circuited and turned illiterate.
remaining rigid, you bite back any impulsive actions.
what's worse is that you're enjoying this while being guilty, and it seems like he is too.
the faint sound of the air conditioner buzzing with the cool air escaping and hitting your body right on time, you end up giving into the warmth he's offering and shift a little to comfortably rest your torso against his. his arms are fully wrapped around you now, while heat prickles up onto your nape.
a frown rests on your face, still trying to look reluctant despite your current situation saying otherwise.
"...aren't you going to ask?" your voice muffles through the soft fabric of his navy blue jacket.
seonghyeon lets out a hum, instinctively pulling you closer. you hesitantly place your arms on his back to at least reciprocate whatever he's doing.
"no, i think you being here explains enough." he breathlessly laughs against your hair, and your lips twitch from trying to not smile like an idiot.
this is bad.
moving a bit to steal a glance at him, you see how close the proximity between your faces are. you quickly lower your head back down.
seonghyeon doesn't fail to realize this, so he uses his hand to lightly gesture your head back up and turn to look at him. this is the closest you've ever been with seonghyeon.
this was not the arms touching gesture, or the head leaning slightly on your shoulder gesture he did back then. this is seonghyeon literally hugging you, and one movement could possibly result into anywhere on your faces touching.
eyes meeting with his, you look like you're melting into both his stare and his touch. unlike you, he looks composed and calm.
which is embarrassing.
he doesn't break eye contact at all while he's slowly leaning towards you, and is nearly reaching to rest against your forehead.
your heart feels like it's about to physically pop out of your chest, and your stomach is doing a bunch of flips that doesn't make this any better. heat is arising from your toe to head, and you're aware there is definitely no backing out now.
he's about to—
the door suddenly clicks open and you push seonghyeon away as fast as you can before anyone can see the monstrosity you and him were about to do, making yourself lay face flat onto their couch in shame.
seonghyeon didn't make any attempts to pull away so he's left there on his spot once the door opens and martin reveals himself with a chocolate bar and a bottle of pocari sweat.
the blonde only looks at you curled up on their couch questionably while seonghyeon looks like he's about to throw a fit.
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
pairing: cortis member!james x katseye member!reader
warnings: angst, mentions of virginity loss (no smut), break up make ups, making out mentioned, you guys lowkey can’t get over each other
a/n: my request are open for stray kids, nct (any unit), riize, enhypen, seventeen, tws, boynextdoor, ateez, cortis, txt, nexz, tbz, &team
this is based off back to friends by sombr
since you guys were first introduced by your mutual friend jihoon you were embarrassingly attracted to james.
james felt the same, but neither of you would’ve admitted it if jihoon hadn’t repeatedly teased the two of you, which led to you guys having the shy conversation that started your relationship.
you guys were together through his late trainee a era and would go on secret dates with each other every opportunity you got no matter how late it was.
however, that only lasted up until your dream academy era as you two became long distance and rarely had time to talk, you felt bad for never having time for him, but he always reassured you and understood how busy and stressful it must be for you.
once you made the debut lineup the stress multiplied, you barely had any time to rest.
you realized you couldn’t do the long distance anymore, so you called him late one night to call it off since you guys could rarely keep in contact anymore, but, of course he understood as you sobbed into the phone, and he comforted you reassuring you that you guys could always get back together when the time is right.
neither of you wanted to end the call that night.
your chest was aching when you finally did and you couldn’t stop crying as you knew it was for the best but you wanted to take it all back.
the whole week after the breakup you couldn’t even fake a smile as you felt so empty not being able to text and call him all the time you’re free.
even three months after the breakup, your members would occasionally notice your face being puffy from crying during the night, but they try not to pry as they understand you’re experiencing your first breakup after an almost two-year relationship.
once your group debuted, you sucked it up and focused on spending time with the girls and fans.
you and james would occasionally text each other just basic messages like “congrats on your debut,” “happy birthday,” “merry christmas,” “happy new year.” and every one of those messages started short conversations.
in your free time, you guys started gaming together as you recently forced him to start a minecraft world with you, but even with the amount of hours that you two spend on the game he was your little secret.
when your group flies to seoul to promote your debut album, you just so happen to land back in his arms after you told your members you were just visiting a friend after practice.
you guys keep it as casual as possible, even if “casual” is cuddling and making out every time you two are in the same city.
it wasn’t until he was finally set to debut that everything changed.
it was around december when your group had their break for the holidays.
you decided to fly to seoul with yoonchae that same friday since you and james had planned to spend the weekend together.
he had been busy with his trainee schedules, so you guys barely texted lately, but he had that whole weekend free, and he promised he’d make it up to you.
you knew he was under a lot of stress and would simply call to listen to you talk and not say much as it helped him sleep so you really wanted that weekend to be fun and stress-free for him.
when you arrived at his dorm, he was the only one there as the other trainees in his dorm went home to visit their families.
as the door opens james doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you.
“i missed you,” he says muffled into your neck, and he doesn’t move for a minute, which makes you smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, inhaling the smell of his shampoo that you love.
“i bought you a christmas gift,” you smile softly “and snacks.”
“really?” he smiles as he looks down at the bags in your hand and takes them from your hands so you don’t have to carry anything.
“of course?” you say as you walk to the kitchen to give him a snack haul of the ramen, pastry buns, chips, and ice cream you bought.
“i’d accept a tummy ache for you,” he smiles, wasting no time grabbing the chips.
you guys decide to get comfy on the couch as he turns the tv on, and you insist on picking the anime, which inevitably leads to you two watching a cheesy romance that neither of you pay attention to as you just catch up.
“i’ve met so many fans lately i feel like a celebrity,” you smile softly.
“you ARE a celebrity bro?” he laughs.
you talk about a whole bunch of nothing while you’re just mindlessly massaging his scalp.
“i want to give you your gift,” he says relaxed, and he slides out of your arms and heads off to his room before coming back with a box, and you pull out his gift which a similar box.
when you guys exchanged the boxes, you realized you both got each other the exact same silver hermes bracelet, which had you guys laughing a bit too hard as you casually pecked his lips, which was normal for friends, right?
it was normal to the both of you at least.
as you were fastening the bracelet on your wrist, he just watched your features with the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the way your glittery lip gloss shines, the way your hair sits perfectly framing your face.
you were mesmerizing and right when you turn to him catching his gaze he crashes his lips onto yours and that starts a make out session a lot different from the other ones and you get lost in the kiss.
in the heat of the moment, you two cross a line that changes your relationship.
he knows he shouldn’t have initiated it when you two are just supposed to be friends but as you laid on his chest with that afterglow he just watched you knowing this was probably going to be the end of you two in whatever this situation was.
he doesn’t want this to end, but he knows you both crossed a line as he stares up at the ceiling holding you tight knowing you’d probably run.
as expected, when you woke up the next morning, he was still asleep and everything from the night before registered and panic flooded your thoughts and you grabbed your things and snuck out embarrassed.
as you were leaving you were texting your friend eunchae asking to stay over at her dorm until your flight the next day and she gladly lets you come over.
while you’re there you told her everything as you tried to distract yourself at all costs, but after a while your phone goes off.
you group members were constantly texting you wanting to check on you, and you’d just text a simple “i’m fine guys” and you fly back to cali and decide to spend your time off in your room to process while the other girls are away with friends and family, but sophia doesn’t hesitate to come and check on you.
“did something happen with you and james?” she asks softly setting the bag of food she brought for you down.
“we went too far,” you say shamefully, grabbing the to-go box of chicken and fries she brought, and she slowly processes your words: “too far?”
you take a bite of the chicken, opting to eat the ache in your chest away. “we had sex.. it was both our first time” you slump, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
sophia’s eyes widen “WHAT?” she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth as she assumed maybe you guys argued or something, but never that.
“how do you feel? are you okay?” she asks, to which you numbly shrug.
“i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel right now, i just left the morning after without waking him up..” you say feeling bad for how it went down.
“i guess i’m just accepting that this is the end of an era i need to focus on my career.”
“that’s best” sophia nods.
she decides to stay home for the night so you’re not alone and you two just eat and watch a netflix original series to get your mind off of james.
could a netflix show stop you from thinking of him though?
ANY UNCREATIVE HOE CAUGHT STEALING WILL BE PUBLICLY HUMILIATED 🫵 some banners by @uzmacchiato
PLEASE VIEW IN DARK MODE.
˚₊‧꒰ა MARTIN EDWARDS × FEM!READER ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
#FEATURING a (bullied) yufan, iroha as a child of divorce, & the 09z....gtfo lil bro 😹😹
⏝ ( gggg. ) 🎹 ⑅₊゜ SOCIAL MEDIA!AU FLUFF HUMOR SLIGHT ANGST (HERE & THERE), UNDERGROUND/ASPIRING ARTISTS!READER & MARTIN (non-idol!au) EXES2LVRS!AU music used as a form of communication (or the lack thereof)
< ⊹₊ 🌤️ ⋆. w !!!> KYS/KMS JOKES, martin's kind of a shitty ex 😬 crashouts (multiple), swearing (duh), food (?), both reader and martin are stupid asf, james is called unc in some occasions so I apologize 😹 if one of you is plotting on your ex, don't do it 🥹 this is fiction 🥹 take all ur frustrations out here 🥹 [MORE TBA.]
( SYNOPSIS. ) after 1.5 years (almost; yes, you're counting) of radio silence, a divorced friend group and a graveyard in your camera roll, the last thing you were betting on was your fuckass immature ex sending you voice notes; his voice choked-out, muffled by passing cars and regret.
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NOTES & AUTHOR'S ADDITIONS (please read)
this fic is inspired by the intro of KNOW YA by TY DOLLA $IGN, my growing music taste, a stupid new hobby and my love for dominic fike 💞
the public twts of all artist characters are inspired by existing artist twts (ie. feng, fakemink & bronclair)
while writing this fic, I noticed some tropes and reoccurring themes that coincidentally matched with @j-jinxee 's martin fic “beat by mars” as well 🥹🙏 i haven't read it yet but wanted to shout her out here, please check her fic out!
AS OF [08.01.2026], this fic is INCOMPLETE. it will be updated irregularly, so please bare with me 🥹🙏
since I will be including songs from existing artists in this fic to "mimic" the characters releasing those titles instead; and I can't tailor existing produced and completed songs— I want to make it clear that ANY SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL LYRICS IN THE SONGS PROVIDED IN THIS FIC ARE NOT MEANT TO BE PART OF THE FICTIONAL SONGS THE CHARACTERS WRITE/PRODUCE.
the songs provided are only inserted to help readers feel included in the energy/vibe of the discography; and to feel the creative progression of the fic itself. PLEASE IGNORE ANYTHING SEXUAL AND ONLY TAKE EVERYTHING TO A ROMANTIC EXTENT. this is extremely important because I do NOT write nsfw, and martin and reader are meant to be teenagers.
— ᨳଓ𝓀eonho starting his summer almost running over a ridiculously pretty girl? perfect! That ridiculously pretty girl being his new swim coaches sister? not so perfect!
warnings: reader got a lil rude, boys being dumb, reader is txt sobbing sister, cursing, TikTok ahh memes, implied asian reader
hi :3 its my first pic on this account lettuce clap! this is a multi series story im gonna have fun with so lmk if you guys like it or should I shut my ass up!
half written half smau
001 002
you can do it, you can do it
keonho repeated in his head as he sat in his driveway, hands on the steering wheel of his dads brand new SUV which only added more to his nerves, knowing he'd get his ass beat if something were to happen to his baby (the car)
he begins to back out when suddenly a figure appears in his mirror oh shit
keonho slams on the brakes and curses, hopping out the car to see a girl and a bag full of oranges spilled all over the sidewalk "What the hell dude?"
he stared at the girl who wore a dejected look on her face, the frills on her skirt suddenly looked sad too "oh uh...shit I'm sorry I wasn't looking"
"You started to drive without looking...?" you gave him a blank look
the boy who nearly ended your life and wasted your oranges wore a stupid look on his face, raising his stupidly thick eyebrows that you were lowkey jealous of
god forbid a gal walks to the market every once in a while
"It's my first time driving alone! I was nervous..." he threw his hands up as if he almost got ran over
"and I'm nervous for anyone you encounter once you make it out the driveway" you shoot him a glare and bent down to gather the oranges "I was gonna eat the fuck out of these oranges dude"
"do you want money or...are you hurt?" he scratched his head, feeling guilty he messed up the pretty girls day and her oranges
synopsis ⨾ ⋅.˳˳.⋅’˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ CORTIS goes to the melbourne pink pantheress concert where coincidentally famous dancer Y/n L/n happens to be a backup dancer in. since pink is notorious for being a k-pop fan she invites CORTIS backstage after one of the staff spotted the 5 members, well. . . the rest is history.
⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ contents & warnings ⨾ half written half smau, fluff, crack, profanity, spelling mistakes cs im illiterate use of y/n, pics r for aesthetic purposes only! reader’s/yn’s nationality/ethinicity is not mentioned or assumed in any way.
featuring ⨾⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ manon (katseye?) , giselle (aespa) , gawon (meovv) , cortis, pink pantheress (just once in 00) , more to be added as story goes on
⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ gigi’s notes ⨾ HELLO HELLO HELLO!!!!! first written post in thid blog and i think? i’m proud of it. i haven’t written in s long time so im a little rusty. i’m to bored to proofread this properly. only time pink will be appearing, im sorry😞😞 enjoy!!!
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You were currently backstage, calming your nerves before your performance. There weren’t many songs that needed dancers but getting on stage always got your adrenaline high, even if it was only for fifteen minutes.
You’d been in the industry since age eight. The earliest memory you have of dancing was you with your mother in your small living room at only three years old. miracle how you remember that, sometimes you sit and think ‘what if it was just a very vivid dream?’ but your mother would reassure you, saying that you intact danced everyday with her. She signed you up for dancing lessons a little bit later at age four, from then on you never stopped dancing. Not even for a day, It was the thing you most looked forward to. Not playing with your friends, going outside, playing with toys like any other normal kid your age. It was always dancing.
As you grew older and older, when you were maybe eight and a half you became a backup dancer for the first time in your life. Sure, you had participated in a lot of competitions, won medals even but when you danced on stage without a stressful trophy you had to win something clicked. You’d still compete, as you still enjoyed it but being a backup dancer was something you cherished more than the money you’d win in first place.
Then, you and your mother made the sudden move of going from y/c to Korea. That’s where you first learned about k-pop idols. You were about eleven and three months when you auditioned to be a trainee at SM. You were there for four whole years of your life before you left for good at fifteen. You saw debut was nowhere close and you also did not enjoy singing as much as dancing, not even close. You had a decent voice, good even, after years of training and vocal lessons but it just wasn’t for you.
That’s when you went to the UK, got back into being just a dancer and started doing backup vocals as a gig so you could help your mother with the bills. School was tough, worse than in Korea even tho you had to learn a whole new language there, because you had almost zero time for studying. As you kept pushing through, gaining more and more recognition from artists for your dancing, your gigs grew from local to worldwide musicians. You were in flights to the USA constantly, starting online school to be able to graduate at just seventeen. After graduation your schedule was way nicer to you, making you able to attend even more concerts or shooting sets. You even worked with a few HYBE, Starship and SM artists.
So at only nineteen you were on your way to becoming one of the most sought after dancers.
It was the 14th of July, the last day of Pink Pantheress’ tour which you were a part of. Vicky was not only your colleague and employer but also your friend, so you were always front and center when she needed backup dancers. You took one last sip of your water before you and the rest of the crew needed to head up on stage. All of you were a bit emotional since it was the end of the journey you all had been apart of for months, but you all hyped each other up regardless.
“You’re up” one of the staff screamed over the loud music, making you all run up onto stage. You got into positions, adrenaline flowing through your veins at full speed. Huge smile on your face, which was something you went viral for in one of Ariana Grande’s concerts a month back.
The set list ended soon enough and Pink invited every dancer back up on stage for the final goodbye to the audience. You waved at every person you could see, grateful as ever as the cheers were loud enough to hurt your ears. Your eyes scanning through the crowed when you saw someone somewhat familiar, a flash of blonde hair huddled up with four other guys screaming their throats out.
Eventually the goodbyes had to end and everyone returned backstage, a few dancers and staff already leaving to go back to family and friends or wherever they had to be. Maybe their comfy bed was calling them, just like yours was which you were hurrying to get back to before two hands on your shoulders stopped you.
It was Vicky, of course it was
“Leaving so early?! You didn’t even congratulate me yet!” She put her arms up, going in for a hug.
“Congratulations, Vick. Your voice was amazing as always” you exclaimed happily, wrapping your own arms around her.
“Thanks, babe. Also,” she started, backing up and letting you go
“I want you to be my translator”
“huh?” for who?
“Cortis are here, i’m sure you know them, right?”
You had heard of them once or twice, as you were in the industry as well sometimes. You were sure you had seen them around the HYBE building a few months back, or was it another dream? why would you dream about them? you’re sure you’ve talked to one of them before though, no confusion there it wasn’t a dream.
“Yoohoo, over here!” Pink scared you out of your thoughts
“Uh… yeah, sure. Can’t they speak english well, though?” You were pretty sure they could, or maybe you were mistaking them with another group Pink was probably obsessed with.
“They do, still not all of them are fluent! Wouldn’t hurt having you there with me” She smiled at you, already dragging you to whichever room they were meeting her at.
You couldn’t help but sigh, walking close behind her before she stopped infront of a white door.
“don’t freak out” i teased, knowing she was a huge k-pop stan. She said something i didn’t catch and pushed through the closed door.
Inside were five well-dressed guys, two blondes, one being way taller than the other, one brunette one with a blue cap on which you couldn’t tell wether his hair was brown or black and the last one with his hood up.
“Ah, hello!” She practically screamed in joy, going immediately to shake each of their hands.
They greet her back before you exclaimed polite hellos with them as well.
Pink got into conversation with them, the tallest one, maybe marvin? you weren’t very sure, went first. He was fluent and you caught a bit of an accent there, not being able to realise where it was from though.
You chimed in when the was need for translation but mostly the marvin guy did all the talking. James, who you’ve even spoken to before spoke a lot as well although his english worse than the other blonde’s.
You spiked conversation with all of them expect the tallest, who seemed a bit… nervous to talk to you?
At last, he left the others to talk to Pink alone before joining your conversation with apparently Juhoon who was amazed at how good your Korean was even though you were a foreigner.
“Hey, Y/n right?” He started with an awkward… smile? or whatever that was.
“Yeah, and you’re… marvin?” You looked up at him, you weren’t short per se. but you obviously weren’t as tall as he was, he reminded you of that flop sombr a bit…
Juhoon next to him stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand as he snorted. Oh no, had you said something wrong?
“Martin” he corrected, though you weren’t sure if he was offended or not.
“Oh my god, i’m so sorry… Martin, my bad. i’m really tired” You apologised, bowing which was a habit you couldn’t outgrew ever since you moved to korea.
“It’s okay, don’t apologise, really” he put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from bowing again.
The touch made you… nervous? were you imagining things or did he actually look a bit well, fine? No, he reminded you of Sombr. it had just been months since you last went on a date or had some action and you were tired from all the dancing you’d done earlier, snap out of it. he looked like sombr.
“Well, uh..” he retracted his hand quickly, fidgeting with his sleeve as his member looked at the both of you beside him.
“You did great up there,” he started before you cut him off
“all praise goes to Vicky, she’s the real star” you smiled looking at her briefly.
“Still, you did good. maybe you could teach—“ he was cut off by… we are charlie kirk? what? He suddenly got as red as a tomato as he quickly took his phone out his back pocket to stop the song from continuing. Right, his ringtone was we are charlie kirk, strange guy.
Juhoon, and the rest of his members groaned in embarrassment that their leaders had let you and Pink Pantheress hear his questionable..? ringtone as he started speaking in korean.
from what you could tell, it was their manager telling them to go outside because they had to leave. He hung up, quickly informed everyone and bid goodbye to you and Pink.
as soon as they left, you looked at her and you simultaneously started laughing.
“what the hell was that ringtone?” you shared through snorts with tears in your eyes.
“girl, i don’t know!” she laughed back, the laughter dying down after a few minutes.
“Well, i’m beat. My bed has been calling my name all day” You sighed, giving her a quick hug goodbye.
“Don’t forget to call when you’re in London!” she called behind your back and you gave her a quick nod before rushing outside to your car.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ | Only those with excellent social standing and filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite, private school, CORTIS Academy for the Gifted and Talented. The CORTIS Host Club is where the school’s most popular boys, who have too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies, who also —have way too much time on their hands. These young hosts’ sole purpose is to charm an array of young ladies, with no time for lowly pleasure such as relationships. But when a series of obstacles attempt to squander the single nature of the club, will each host truly not be swayed?
I. THE MISCHIEVOUS HOST
pairing: rich! eom seonghyeon x scholarship student! reader
synopsis ⇉ Nicknamed one of the resident ‘twins’ of the host club, Eom Seonghyeon’s main role in the prestigious CORTIS Academy Host Club is to bring mischief and entertainment into each guest’s lives. Alongside Keonho’s family, the Eom family has had a hand in producing Korea’s highest-grade instruments, and have created many famous musicians along the way. With a representative rose of the color orange, he represents a sly, and carefree fox in every aspect of his life. That is, until y/n l/n, a poor art student, stumbles into the host club and shatters a twenty-two million won vase. And also shatters the last of his ‘carefree’ attitude.
read me here ! (coming 07. 20)
II. THE ENERGETIC HOST
pairing: host! ahn keonho x host club client! reader
synopsis ⇉ As the other resident ‘twin’ of the Host Club, Ahn Keonho serves the guests with a refreshing charm. In contrast to his counterpart, he is very energetic and loud, always cracking jokes with the guests. With the representative rose of the color blue, he is seen as the prestigious CORTIS Academy Host Club’s residential golden retriever, living a carefree and privileged life that has never been swayed or interrupted. That is, until his so-called twin got a girlfriend, leaving him with almost double his usual clients. Good thing yn/ l/n, one of his favorite clients was able to calm down the array of fans—except, his favorite customer has eyes for every host but him!
read me here !
III. THE NONCHALANT HOST
pairing: host! kim juhoon x secret fiancee! reader
synopsis ⇉ The secretary and international officer of the Host Club, Kim Juhoon is decorated with the title of the most chill, laid-back, and reserved host. Many customers request him for his quiet and elegant charms, differing from the rest of the host club– making his request rate over 35%! This demeanor comes from his family’s long line of royal lineage, which they use to promote their renowned Global Entertainment Enterprises. He has a representative rose of the color purple, showing his zen mindset that is similar to a turtle that crosses the river. However, that zen mindset slowly starts to crack, as the president decides that he needs more help– recruiting the leader of the drama club as the CORTIS Academy Host Club’s first ever female manager. Except, the new manager turns out to be the heiress of one of the largest media companies, and Juhoon's fiancee!
read me here !
IIII. THE CHARMING HOST
pairing: host club president! martin edwards x hater! reader
synopsis ⇉ Of course, we can’t forget about the president of the CORTIS Academy Host Club. As president, Martin Edwards’ role in the host club is to plan events, manage the other hosts, and obviously–flirt. Born a natural sweet talker, Martin peruses each conversation with his clients with sultry and fun banter, making his re-request rate %100! The heir to MKE Talent Agency, he was trained to navigate and persuade people from a very young age, and hosting was no different. With a rose colored green, his greyhound-like tough exterior and soft interior never fails to charm him into anything, and anyone he wants. Except the head of the costuming department who he constantly butts heads with, y/n l/n. Will he be able to get you to cooperate for the end of year festival? Or will his charm finally run out?
read me here !
V. THE NERDY HOST
pairing: best friend! James x best friend! reader
synopsis ⇉ Last, but not least, Zhao Yufan is the backbone of the Host Club, operating as its’ vice president. The oldest of the group, James steps in when he needs to, but also helps to bring the chaos of each member to life. With clients, he is usually requested due to his awkward personality and quirky interests, creating a niche that makes the rich girls at CORTIS Academy request him time and time again. Being the next-in-line of a family filled with famous performers, James has always been used to attention. With a representative rose the color red, he normally flies through the days at the club with an air of swagger and undeniable awkwardness, just like an eagle. But, with all the other hosts locked in with their girlfriends, the club has slowly transitioned into the Love Club. As the resident single, while all the other hosts give great relationship advice, James is stuck dealing with all the wrong types of attention from single teenage girls! To get them, and his meddling clubmates, off his back, he devises a plan— his best friend y/n l/n, a huge declaration of love, and a fake relationship.
read me here !
a/n: I am so excited to start this series, seonghyeon's should come out in a few days, and the rest will follow a weekly schedule...if I can keep up lmao. I was recently rewatching OHSHC, and decided this would be the perfect AU for these boys. Please be kind, as this is one of my first full series that I am doing here, on Tumblr (yay). Most of all, don't forget to like, repost, comment, or even just message me about this- I love talking!
°❀.ೃ࿔* 40 days and I miss you , I'm so high that I've lost my mind.
Pairing : zhao yufan x f reader!
Warning : contains themes of emotional distress, psychological strain, and self-destructive behavior, including the portrayal of addiction and its impact on personal relationships. It also explores the pressures of fame, burnout within the music industry, and emotionally intense, co-dependent relationship dynamics. the narrative includes implied loss and grief, as well as mature emotional themes presented in a non-graphic but heavy and potentially triggering context.
Author's note : this fic is based off on the movie "Aashiqui 2", my fellow brown nation we reunite again.
You don’t think much of the place when you first step in. It’s small, half-lit, the kind of venue that exists more out of habit than ambition. People talk over the music more than they listen to it, glasses clinking, chairs scraping, nothing holding still long enough to matter.
You’re already used to singing in rooms like this.
It’s not unfamiliar, just honest in a way bigger stages aren’t yet.
You’re mid-set when you notice him. Not because he stands out at first, but because he doesn’t move the way everyone else does. While the room shifts and distracts and drifts in and out of attention, he stays fixed in one place near the back. Not leaning, neither distracted, just watching.
The staring was making you quite nervous cause nobody ever paid attention to you like that.
You finish your set the way you always do, stepping down without waiting for the reaction to settle. Applause comes late, scattered, unsure of itself. You’re already turning away when he’s suddenly there in your path, close enough that you have to stop.
“You’re wasting your voice here,” he says.
You blink once, not impressed. “I wasn’t asking for feedback.”
“I know,” he replies.
That answer is worse than criticism. It doesn’t leave space for argument.
You study him properly then. He doesn’t look like someone who belongs in a place like this either. Too composed, too still, like he’s holding himself together out of habit rather than ease.
“Then move along,” you say, brushing past him.
But he doesn’t.
“I can fix it,” he says instead.
That makes you stop.
You turn slightly, just enough to look at him again. “Fix what?”
“Everything that’s keeping you here.”
There’s no charm in it. No attempt to sound convincing. It comes out like certainty, like a conclusion he’s already reached and doesn’t expect you to question.
You almost ignore him and walk away, guys like him come and leaves anyway.
Instead, you say, “Try.”
It’s not agreement. It’s curiosity. Or maybe irritation. You’re not sure yet.
But he hears it the same way anyway.
You don’t expect him to actually appear again.
People say things like that all the time. Empty promises, exaggerated confidence, brief encounters that mean nothing once the night is over.
But your phone rings.
A name you don’t recognize leads you to a studio you didn’t apply for.
Then someone starts calling you “confirmed” like it was already decided.
And always, in the background of it, he’s there.
Zhao Yufan.
You learn the name slowly, not because it’s hidden, but because people say it with hesitation. Like it carries weight they don’t want to explain.
You hear pieces of him before you really know him. A singer once at the top. A career that collapsed without warning. Talent no one questions, stability no one trusts.
But when he’s in front of you, none of that feels present.
He doesn’t act like someone trying to prove anything.
He acts like someone who already stopped needing to.
“Again,” he says during your first session.
“You didn’t even listen to the full take,” you tell him.
“I did,” he answers without looking up.
“That was ten seconds.”
“That was enough.”
It irritates you more than it should. He’s not harsh, yet he’s precise. Like there’s no room in him for hesitation or compromise.
So you sing again.
Time starts folding into routine after that.
Studio. Recording. Silence. His voice correcting something you didn’t think needed correction. Your voice learning to do things you didn’t know it could.
He doesn’t praise you. He doesn’t reassure you. He just keeps pushing until there’s nothing left in your performance that feels uncertain.
And somewhere in that repetition, something shifts.
Just enough that you start paying attention when he’s not speaking.
The way he pauses before responding to things that don’t matter.
The way he looks away when he thinks you aren’t watching.
The way he stays longer than necessary without explaining why.
“You don’t sleep much,” you say one night when everyone else has left.
He doesn’t deny it. “Not important.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is,” he says simply.
You don’t know why that bothers you more than it should.
There’s a point where proximity stops feeling like coincidence.
It starts feeling like pattern.
You notice it in small things first. The way he adjusts equipment before you ask. The way he knows when you’re going to stop mid-line. The way he listens like he’s not just hearing sound, but measuring what’s underneath it.
Then it becomes harder to ignore.
“You always do that,” you say once.
“Do what,” he replies.
“Act like you’re already somewhere else.”
For the first time, he doesn’t respond immediately.
When he finally does, it’s quieter. “I’m not elsewhere.”
But he is. You just don’t know where yet.
It doesn’t become anything all at once. It doesn’t declare itself. It builds in silence, in shared time that stops needing explanation, in moments that linger longer than they should.
A chair pulled closer without intention.
A door left open instead of closed.
A glance held a second too long before being cut away.
And then one night, after everyone has left, it’s just the two of you again.
The city outside moves like something distant and irrelevant. Inside, everything is still.
“You should go home,” he says.
“You first,” you answer.
He doesn’t move.
“I don’t have one,” he says after a pause.
You look at him differently then. It sounds like fact. Like something he stopped questioning a long time ago.
“That’s not normal,” you say.
“I know.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
A longer pause this time.
“I stopped deciding what I’m okay with.”
You don’t realize when the distance disappears.
Only that it’s gone.
Only that he’s closer now, standing just near enough that the space between you feels unnecessary instead of protective.
His voice is lower when he speaks again. “You should leave this place.”
“You’ve said that before,” you reply.
“I mean it differently now.”
“Why?”
He looks at you for a moment without answering.
And then he does something he hasn’t done before.
He reaches out.
Not fast. Not forced. Just steady enough that you could step away if you wanted to.
You don’t.
His hand stops just short of yours. Not touching yet. Just close enough that the absence of contact feels deliberate.
For the first time, his composure isn’t absolute. There’s something in him that doesn’t fully hold.
And you realize he’s not as certain as he sounds.
Not about you.
Not about anything.
He exhales quietly, like he’s about to say something he’s already decided he shouldn’t.
And that’s when everything stops feeling like it’s staying under control.
