before dating: very normal to your face, dying in private— typical tsundere. would be very keen on building a friendship before even acknowledging his own feelings, because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you don’t feel the same, or if he doesn’t know you well enough. he definitely focuses on figuring out your character before pursuing you.
while dating: biggest hype man, he’s always styling you. sometimes you think he sees you as his personal doll, that he can dress up and admire. he’s also the perfect person to have those deep talks with, especially when you’re upset and need advice. he’s very into couple items, and loves gifting you them. overall, he’s the perfect bf!
james
before dating: kinda hard to get close to, he prefers to admire you from afar at first to confirm his feelings— because he first confirms if you’re a good person. but then, he’s complimenting you, and wanting to hangout with you all the time. he even invites you into his circle and his space, which he rarely does with any of his friends.
while dating: he is clingy! surprisingly he has all this natural aegyo. he’s also a little possessive but more in a joking way, at least you think? he’ll hide you from the members, and always be around when you’re talking to them— but he also knows when to step away. actually, his favorite thing is stepping back and watching you interact with his friends and family. it brings him joy to see you fit in.
juhoon
before dating: juhoon is still chill as always, he treats you like another member. the only difference is he prioritizes spending one on one time with you, because he wants to be close to you without the others interrupting. he will definitely try and get you to see his funny side, and lives off of your laughter.
while dating: i don’t think he would be a complete 360 switch, but he’s definitely clingier. i think he would also be more playful, teasing you like a child. he definitely heals his inner child being with you, and it shows. he’s super outgoing and loves going on adventures with you, especially late at night. expect many cuddles and movie nights.
seonghyeon
before dating: super duper shyyy. he would be super talkative with the members, and then go quiet when you were around. just a lot of silence and stares from across the room— looking away when your eyes would meet. his acts of service still come through, but they’re quiet and lowkey— like bringing your favorite drink to the hangout, or the sidewalk rule.
while dating: he gets very protective, and a lot more jealous than you’d think. he’s also always staring at you, and is obsessed with just admiring you all day. he’s pretty private though, so a lot of skinship in public is a no go- although he doesn’t mind around the members since he’s close to them. also big emphasis on getting to know his family, especially his sister.
keonho
before dating: shy, stealing glances, always around the corner but not too close, standing behind friend, the guys have to force him to give you his valentine’s day gift — once you’re closer, he always remembers your fav drinks and has more skinship like helping you zip up your jackets or pulling you away from people in public.
while dating: teasing central, has so much natural aegyo and gets cocky at times, but he’s still shy when you compliment him or flirt back. he would do anything for you, like anything. he’s so down bad. always on you, whether it be arms around you or hand holding, he just wants to be in your skin really.
Martin is the type to apologize before you've even fully processed what happened.
He'll replay the moment in his head a hundred times, pacing around, groaning into his hands, convinced he ruined everything even if it was something tiny.
When he finally finds you alone, he's already mid‑ramble - stumbling over his words, insisting he didn't mean it, and that he hates the idea of you being upset because of him.
And even after you forgive him, he'll check in again later... just to make sure you really meant it.
BORROWED
It's freezing at the RedRed shoot - the kind of cold that makes everyone miserable.
You're shivering, trying to warm your hands, and Martin notices immediately.
Without saying anything, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
It's way too big on you - sleeves past your hands, collar swallowing half your neck - but it's warm, and it smells like him.
You thank him, and he nods like it's no big deal...
But the second you turn away, he bounces on his toes in place, quietly freaking out because you look too cute in his jacket.
Then he forces himself to stand still and act serious when you look back - like he wasn't just having a whole internal meltdown.
COMPLIMENTS
Martin gives compliments constantly - loud, excited, and without thinking twice.
If he likes your hair, your outfit, your laugh, he'll say it right away, no hesitation at all.
But when you compliment him?
He turns red instantly, smiles too big, and mumbles a soft "thanks" while looking at the floor.
He'll pretend he's fine... but he's absolutely blushing for the next ten minutes.
DANCE
Martin secretly wants to dance around you - he really does - but the second you're actually there, he suddenly feels like there's way more pressure.
He'll hover near you during practice, doing tiny little shoulder moves or goofy steps, testing the waters without fully committing.
Part of him thinks it'd be fun to dance with you... but the other part panics and decides he'd rather die than accidentally mess up in front of you.
So he settles for dancing near you - close enough to make you laugh, but not close enough to risk tripping over his own feet.
ELASTIC
Martin is fairly likely to shoot a rubber band at you. Especially when he is bored and wants your attention or when he is feeling particularly bold.
Like some teen boi trying to get the girls attention in one of those dramas.
FRAGILE
Martin handles sensitive things pretty normally, but he doesn't open up completely with just anyone - especially not the guys.
He tries to keep a tough, loud exterior, acting like nothing ever gets to him.
But if he ever had to be fragile with someone, it'd be you.
On the rare days he's really down and the others aren't around, you might catch him quietly wiping tears from his eyes.
And if you hugged him in that moment, he'd finally let himself fall apart - because with you, he actually feels safe.
GIFT
Martin is absolutely the type to be out somewhere and suddenly spot a tiny keychain, charm, or bracelet that reminds him of you - and buy it instantly.
He'll ride the elevator back up to the dorms smiling to himself... right until Keonho starts teasing him and Juhoon snickers in the corner.
He'll groan, shove them away, and act all embarrassed - but the second he gives it to you and sees how happy you are, he forgets all about them.
And you'd replace your expensive merch keychain with his little convenience‑store gift without hesitation, because it means more than anything money could buy.
HUG
Martin is definitely a back hugger. When you are cold, or he again if you haven't been giving him attention,
OR if you've been giving all your attention to Keonho, he will try to steal your affection back with a back hug.
ICE CREAM
You don't know it, but under your contact on Martin's phone... he literally has everything written down to remember about you. Your favorite Ice cream being one of them.
He uses the time on his lunch break while filming in LA to run to an ice cream shop and get two cones (one being mint of course) and then returning triumphant to present you the delicious cold treat. And the smile you give him - makes skipping lunch so worth it.
JINX
If you said somthing at the same time. Martin would gasp and then point at you dramatically.
"You gotta buy me a coke now!"
But when you got to the vending machine he would push you out of the way with his hip and put in his cash. Handing you your favorite soda instead, with a smile.
LISTEN
Whenever you start talking, Martin takes his headphones off completely - not just one ear, the whole thing - and turns his full attention to you.
He listens with that soft, meaningful expression he only uses when he actually cares about what someone is saying.
And he values your opinions more than he'll ever admit... especially your awful jokes, which he pretends to judge but secretly loves.
MESSY
If Martin ever had to wake up early for a meeting, he'd show up completely thrown together - hair a mess, hoodie half‑zipped - and immediately feel embarrassed about it.
He'd worry you'd never take him seriously again, mumbling an apology for "looking like a disaster."
But when you just laugh and tell him he could pull off any look, he'd blink, say a quiet "Okay... thanks," and try not to smile too hard.
And later, while he rushes to actually get ready for the day, he'd be grinning to himself the whole time.
NOSTALGIA
You're both sitting in the car, waiting to drive to an interview, when Martin suddenly scrolls through his phone and gasps.
"Oh my gosh, I remember this song!" he says, already hitting play.
You spin around in your seat. "That was literally my favorite song!"
And without even thinking, the two of you start singing it - loudly, horribly, and completely off‑key - windows shaking, harmonies illegal, vibes immaculate.
By the time the manager knocks on the window to tell you it's time to go, you're both breathless from laughing more than singing.
OBSERVE
Martin notices things about you without even trying - the tiny happy dance you do when you get your favorite food, or the little smile you can't hide when something goes right.
But he also sees the moments when you're overwhelmed, when your eyes look shiny and you're holding yourself together by a thread.
He'll go to you immediately, wrap you in a tight hug, and stay there until your breathing evens out.
And later, without making a big deal of it, he'll quietly tell the manager you've been working a lot and ask if you can take your break early - because he always pays attention.
PROTECT
If you and Martin were walking to your favorite snack shop and three guys were standing outside staring at you, whispering and laughing, he'd notice instantly.
Without saying a word, he'd reach for your hand and hold it tight, stepping closer to you as he straightened up to his full height.
Then he'd stand right next to them - tall, serious, and glaring just enough to make his point - until the guys quietly walked away.
And once they were gone, he'd look down at you like nothing happened, still holding your hand as if it belonged there.
QUIET
They were all getting ready for a special awards ceremony, fixing their suits and straightening ties while you followed behind as staff for the event.
But when you stepped out in a classy, elegant dress that suited you perfectly, Martin went completely quiet.
In the car, he had to sit next to you, hands folded, staring straight ahead like he forgot how to function.
The whole drive, he didn't say a word - until he finally glanced over and murmured, barely above a whisper, "You look nice."
And then he went silent again, ears pink, pretending he wasn't thinking about it the entire ride.
REST
Martin will push through exhaustion without complaining, working long past the point he should've stopped.
But during break, if he sees you on the lounge couch, he'll wander over and quietly flop down beside you - his head turned toward you, the rest of his body taking up the entire couch.
He falls asleep instantly, like just being near you finally lets him relax.
And you gently pat his head, watching his breathing slow, knowing he only ever rests this easily around you.
SPOON
Obviously a big spoon... or I guess a tall spoon. Paired with being a back hugger it just makes sense that he would pull you agaisnt his chest to be the big (tall) spoon he is.
But I guess if he really wanted to he would curl up and try to be a small spoon.
TUCK
If Martin ever saw you relaxing in a chair or curled up on a couch, he'd quietly slip off his jacket without saying anything.
He'd drape it over you gently, tucking it around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And before you could look up or thank him, he'd already be sneaking away - pretending he didn't just do something incredibly sweet.
UNDO
Whenever he sees you smile or laugh really hard at something, Martin can't help but smile too - even if he tries to hide it.
He'll look away fast, pretending he's not blushing, but the pink in his cheeks always gives him away.
And when you're really focused on something - brows furrowed, lips pressed together, completely in your zone - he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world.
It quietly undoes him every single time.
VIEW
Sometimes when you walk by, Martin gets completely caught off guard - by your outfit, your hair, or the fact that he maybe... possibly... but definitely not likely thinks you're cute.
He'll stare for half a second too long before snapping out of it, looking away fast or pretending he was zoning out the whole time.
And if you catch him?
He'll act like he didn't see anything at all - even though his ears are already turning red.
WHISPER
From the back seat of the car, Martin leans forward suddenly, getting way too close just to whisper a joke in your ear.
He's grinning, waiting for you to laugh - completely unaware of how red your face is getting.
He pulls back casually, proud of himself, while you're still sitting there trying to breathe normally... and he doesn't notice a thing.
X‑RAY
Martin can always read your mind - especially when you're about to complain about something.
If you're too hot, too cold, too tired, or two seconds away from saying "ugh," he somehow senses it first.
He'll finish your sentence before you even start it, then immediately fix the problem like it's the most normal thing in the world.
Half the time you don't even get the chance to speak - he's already handing you a blanket, opening a window, or adjusting the AC with a quiet, knowing look.
YAWN
Martin yawns all the time - he's tired literally 24/7.
And he's used to the guys yawning in his face, loudly, dramatically, like they're trying to summon a demon. It's annoying.
But you?
The way you yawn is different.
You cover your mouth a little, your eyes get heavy for a second, and your whole expression softens - and he ends up staring a little too long every time.
"How is yawning even cute?!" he thinks, immediately looking away before anyone notices.
Meanwhile he's the one yawning again because you made it contagious... and because he's down bad.
ZIPPER
Martin is struggling with his zipper - pulling it up, then down, then up again - getting more frustrated every second.
He finally jumps in place with a little annoyed huff, like the zipper personally offended him.
You walk over, gently take the fabric, and fix it in one smooth motion, zipping it all the way up.
When your eyes meet afterwards, he completely freezes.
He can't even say thank you.
And you walk away just as flustered, cheeks warm, pretending that didn't feel like a whole moment.
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✎Masterlist
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Original Source check out CORTIS : The Ultimate Reactions & Scenarios & One Shots Guide - COER‑Only Files on Wattpad
Summary: The day of your birthday, you've received a sudden birthday present from your boyfriend James, a fucking breakup text. but who would've known? Not even a month later here he was rethinking his choices.
The day of your birthday was a mess, you cancelled the party just because that same day; your boyfriend ex decided that he's dropping everything in your relationship
You tried so hard to keep this relationship going, hell you even begged him for a reason, but all he kept doing was blabbering about how he has his "own reasons" and how he wouldn't want you to be involved in it,
Seriously, couldn't he make up a better excuse?
You saw it coming, the way his eyes avoided yours as you both went out with the group, the way he's always "busy" and taking time for himself not bothering to reply to your texts,
—And that one girl.
What was her name again?.. it was Kya or whatever
The way your boyfriend was always finding excuses saying "she's just a friend" but in the end he always made you feel like you're the other woman when she's around
--and it hurt you. It hurt you like hell
But now here you are a month still trying to get over him, you made your way into your room looking at the polaroids of you and your so called ex; he was hugging you from behind, his hands wrapped around your shoulders—smiling widely
Your eyes trailed down to another picture, it was prom day and you wore your favorite colored dress as he took you by the hand; you smiling for the camera as his eyes stay locked into your figure, shining with love. Your expression turned sour,
'just why the fuck would he do this to me' your heart pondered
He didn't even text you happy birthday that day, he just left. Oh and of course things couldn't get any better when your friends heard about the breakup
Your contacts flooded with millions of questions asking "why", "how" you didn't bother answering considering the state you're in;
Your hair was a mess, your lashes damped with tears from last night, your body was screaming at you to take a shower and dang you probably reeked of alcohol
But after a while you breathed in gaining your composure,
'fuck that loser'
your pride leaping in as you wipe your tears away,
you stood up and ripped the stupid polaroids off the walls throwing them in the bin at the corner of the room
Just when you were about to take a nice warm bath your phone rang,
"hello?" You bought the speaker to you ear, waiting for a reply
"HEYY BOOO"
you immediately backed away from the device on your hands, your ears ringing as you groaned-
"Jesus Christ Maya! Could you stop doing that everytime you call me" you spoke harshly,
"oh come on bae, we know all you did today was just to cry over that loser"
Another person's voice popped up, you stood still registering the voice--
"HARVEY? S'THAT U?" You asked, "YEEESSS BAE IT'S ME--" she squealed through the phone voice slightly cracking over whatever wifi they have there,
Oh how you've missed your girls—they were your bestest friends from childhood you basically grew up with them so technically you guys are sisters,
But unfortunately Harvey was separated from the both of you due to her moving away to study abroad,
Lucky her.
But here she was on the phone next to Maya
"girl omfg when the hell did you get back?" You asked swallowing a scream, harvey then explained everything— after a bit of a chit-chat
"look bae, I was thinking we could go to a party. I heard martin's throwing one at Thursday! Watcha' think girl?" Maya asked hoping you'd agree, took you a while to reply as you looked around your bedroom
Your clothes were everywhere, your sheets tangled in mess as your plushies were scattered all over the floor, you thought to yourself
'Martin is Yufan's best friend... He'd probably be there. Right?'
"--aw come on bae, you gotta let it go. Hang with us like the old days, he doesn't deserve you." you snapped out of your thoughts as it finally clicked
'Right he doesn't deserve me at all'
"hey Maya babe, i might just crash out at your apartment tonight"
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.
You arrived that night at Maya's apartment with your luggage as you've planned to stay a few nights there,
As the three of you exchange stories and Harvey having to share her experience abroad, it reminds you of the past—distracting your mind from Yufan your worries.
That's when Maya opened her phone to show you a funny reel she saw on ig, your eyes landed on that one user
[@kya_aaa]
Oh fuck that's the girl.
As Maya was about to click on her own profile, your fingers quickly pressed on kya's story as fast as lightning,
"what the fuc-"
you both stood still as you looked closely.
It was a picture of her and your man ex, Kya was smiling as she held his hand, on the other hand Yufan had this expression on him as if his life was drained, he looked..unhappy?
okay seriously what the hell is going on, now the both of you still your eyes locked on her screen
Harvey's head budged in "IS THAT THE ASSHOLE?" She dramatically gasp
Your expression stays flat "yup that's him", surprisingly you didn't want to cry. You didn't even feel sad nor jealousy, you just scoffed and brushed it away as if it meant nothing
"girl I'm so proud of you" Maya wiped her non-existing tears as you glared
"oh bitch shut up"
.
.
The days went by pretty quickly as it was Thursday now, you were looking into your luggage deciding which fit you'd wear tonight
"oh baby boo, I forgot to give you this" Harvey spoke up handing you a box neatly wrapped with glitters and bows, you looked at her confused
"your birthday gift." That's when your mouth formed an 'O' as you gave her a smile thanking her
You began to unravel the gift, excitement flowing in your blood, as you opened the lid
And there it was.
A beautiful sleeveless body-con dress.
It was just your size, as the fabric hung right above your knees giving a wonderful view of your perfect legs
You were in love. This is just what you needed for tonight
Your eyes shot back at Harvey squealing, "well do you like it? I even had it washed just for you" Harvey asked already knowing you love it
"I LOVE IT" you screamed in joy, "in fact you're gonna be wearing this baby tonight" Harvey pointed,
You lifted the dress taking in the details, now you felt like princess Diana with your own revenge dress
'watch me, jerk'
You muttered under your breath smirking, tonight's mission was quite simple—
"make him realize on what he's missing"
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The party was already packed with people, as the music blast from the speakers Martin was approached by a guy,
Your ex.
"hey man, I'm surprised you actually came!" Martin greeted him as he handed him a drink, James accepted
"yea of course i would" he let out a flat smile as his eyes roamed around the crowd, searching for someone.
—You.
"so how are you? Heard you've broken up lately with your girl" keonho spoke up as he took a sip
"yeah.." James shifted uncomfortably
"that's a damn shame-- she was totally a full package! thought you loved her so much, what made you change your mind?" Martin spoke again
"just been busy and stuff.." James muttered almost a whisper
Then spaced out, his mind thinking about you. He thought he didn't need you but damn right he does, and ever since that dream he had of you—regret came in waves as his mind was flooded with your smiling image
God he was so dumb for letting you go, you were everything he wanted and needed. Guys would literally kill to be in his position and now your heart was unoccupied, here he was frustrated over being an ungrateful scumbag treating you like shit
Oh how he wished he could go back,
Leaving you was a stupid choice, and now it's even dumber as he has himself wrapped around another girl's fingers, Kya.
His trance was cut short by a whine escaping a girls mouth
"jamieee" Kya cooed, latching herself into his arms
.
.
'oh great'
Kya was juhoon's sister, it all started when juhoon asked for james' help to pick his sister up from school, that when she started to swoon over him not caring the fact he already had a girlfriend
But after manipulating him into a breakup, she was all over him. Always clinging around like a child. It pisses him off really, that when it clicked for him
He misses you, he needs you
The thought keeping him awake every night as if it's mocking him for his dumb choices, and he regrets it.
Leaving you. Wasting a perfect girl like you
"hey jamiee, you good?" Kya asked him concerned painted her face as she spoke with a high-pitched voice, he nodded in reply.
Kya than began yapping away things that James wouldn't care-less, Kya held onto him like a fucking koala his eyes began darted around as someone caught his eyes
That's you.
As he held in his breath, his gaze fixed on you. Still looking pretty as ever, heck even prettier with the dress that hugged your body so perfectly, your locks swaying from your shoulders gracefully, you took his breath away
And for a second your eyes shifted to his, locking in a stare, and just when James was about to smile at you, you rolled your eyes and looked away.
Ouch. Just what the hell was he expecting, he left you. And now he's the one with a heart that's filled with regret
'fuck she probably hates me' he thought aloud
"um hello? have you been listening?" Kya waved her hand Infront of his face,
"y-yea go on"
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You made your way amongst the crowd by pushing to get a drink, your mind racing as you sat on one of the chairs needing to cool off
It kept replaying in your mind, how your eyes locked with his. That look he has on his face like he was stunned
'shit...' you cursed under your breath, hand reaching out for a booze.
"hey girl"
You chocked on your drink as your head turned to the direction
It was Martin.
"how's the party? Enjoying yourself?" He had a smile on his face
Just when did he get so charming?
"the party is amazing! The drinks are great" You let out a smile as you took another sip, "that's great to hear" Martin trailed--
"y'know i was thinking maybe we could hang around somewhere more quiet, watcha think?" Martin asked, seconds later you nodded
Martin has your hands in his, dragging you along with him as you both went off finding a place that's more.. private
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From across the room James' gaze was fixed on you, as Martin held your hand guiding you to get past the crowd, his heart now raced
Jealousy was filling his bones as he stood up leaving Kya sat on the chair next to him
"h-hey where are you going!" Kya called, but getting a cold shoulder in return
James then stride forward following you and Martin, making his way through the crowd as he followed your steps
There you were in the corner with him, his hands on your cheek as he leaned in, inches away from your plumped lips
As you closed your eyes leaning forward--
'ehem'
A sudden cough interrupted the both of you.
shooting your eyes open you turned towards the source,
Zhao-Fucking-Yufan.
you've gotta be shitting me.
He then proceeds to walk forwards taking your hands and dragging you away from Martin, leaving the poor boy confused as he stared at you figure getting smaller
Okay what the hell just happened?
As James tightened his grip around your wrist, you spoke loudly "what the heck are you doing James?", he stopped.
'James' he looked at you with those eyes that was full of despair, you'd always call him by his real name "Yufan" with your sweet voice and your pretty smile, but now things had changed and he blamed himself for that
"we need to talk"--
"what is there to talk about?" You yanked his hands away, your eyes sharp as you looked at him,
"look i made a mistake and i-"
"you want me back?" You cut him off, "bro you left me on my fucking birthday when i was trying so hard all this time to maintain our relationship!" Your tone was sharp.
"there is nothing to talk about anymore, we're already over" You didn't care if your words hurt him, you'd been hurt first by him leaving you, it's only fair if you attacked him back.
"look please, baby i know was wrong but give me another chance.. I miss you, a-and i couldn't stop thinking about you" he stuttered, tears began to form in the corner of his eyes
"i need you baby" he whispered as his hands made its way to the side of your cheeks
"don't fucking baby me." You scoffed pushing him away from you, he looked at you with his teary eyes, his expression filled with regret as his hands continued to reach for you
You backed away.
"genuinely just fuck off, i don't want to see your face ever again" you said as you turned your back walking into the roaring crowd,
"n-no please" was all that managed to come out of his mouth
You raised your middle finger, his vision starts to blur as the tears finally glide down his cheeks, his head hung down in defeat as he sob
He froze, his tears running down his face as he watched you disappear amongst the people, his hand crutched his chest as his mind rewinds your moments together, your laugh, your smile, your voice.
And now you're gone because of him, oh god why was he so stupid?
From afar Maya and Harvey celebrated with a drink in their hand "we raised her well" Maya let out a giggle,
"aren't we like the best parents ever" they both laughed out as they sipped on their cocktail watching the poor boy stood still as he weeped, you snickered from behind joining them, victory painted on your face
The prediction was on every news channel: at midnight, the sky would be cut by a phenomenon so rare that some people called it a miracle… others, a warning.
But Minji only hoped the world wouldn’t end before she finished the book in her hands.
The library was almost empty when she turned the last page and something slipped onto her lap — an old sheet of paper, folded twice, yellowed at the edges.
She opened it slowly, as if it might crumble.
“If you ever find this… it means I couldn’t tell you in person. But I needed you to know.”
Signed: James.
Minji’s eyes widened.
James.
The same James who studied with her in high school.
The same James who always sat two rows behind, who never missed class, who had a calm presence that made everyone trust him without noticing.
They had never been exactly close… but never truly distant either.
He had always been there, lingering in that comfortable middle ground between almost and maybe.
With her heart pounding and a strange feeling that this was, indeed, a “last day,” Minji slipped the note into her pocket and ran out of the library.
She found James sitting on the bench in the small square near their old school, as if time had looped back on itself.
He was staring at the sky, where the first lights of the phenomenon were beginning to trace faint streaks, like timid brushstrokes.
— James? — she called, slightly breathless.
He turned his head slowly, surprised, as if awakened from a dream.
— Minji? What… what are you doing here?
She took a deep breath and held out the paper to him.
— I found this inside a book.
James froze completely. His eyes widened as he recognized his own handwriting, so old it seemed to belong to another life.
— Oh my God… — he murmured, running a hand over his face. — I wrote that in our last year of school. I don’t even remember which book…
— You wrote it for me? — Minji asked softly.
James hesitated. Then he let out a shy laugh, like someone finally surrendering to a truth long avoided.
— I did. But I never had the courage to give it to you. I thought… I don’t know, that it wouldn’t matter.
Minji sat beside him, feeling the cold of the night and the warmth of the moment blend together.
— It does matter — she said. — It did. That’s why I came.
They sat in silence for a few seconds. The sky was growing brighter, as if someone were lighting small galaxies.
— What did you want to tell me? — Minji asked, staring at the horizon.
James sighed, looking at the letter as though it were a relic from an old version of himself.
— That I liked you — he said at last. — Not in an explosive or desperate way. It was something… quiet. You always seemed so far away, and I was always afraid of bothering you. So I wrote this note and thought that, if the world ever ended… I’d regret not telling you.
Minji smiled. Not a big smile — one of those that start in the eyes.
— Funny, — she murmured. — Because today everyone thinks the world is ending.
— Yeah, — James laughed. — Seems like a good night for regrets.
— Or for finally setting things right, — she added.
The lights in the sky grew stronger, tinting everything in blue and gold. The wind blew, carrying the smell of distant rain.
James looked at Minji as if seeing her for the first time or as if he had waited years for permission to really look.
— And now? — he asked.
Minji leaned closer, not too much, just enough for their shoulders to touch.
— Now we talk, — she said. — About everything we never said before.
And they talked.
About school, about how each of them thought the other didn’t like them, about silly things like favorite snacks and deep things like the fears they had kept quiet.
They laughed, shared secrets, confessed big and small regrets.
Meanwhile, the phenomenon lit up the entire sky, so bright it almost looked like night was turning into morning too early.
When the clock in the square struck 11:59 p.m., they fell silent, watching the sky open into thousands of colors.
— If this is the end, — James whispered — it doesn’t feel so bad now.
Minji intertwined her fingers with his, slowly, without hurry.
— I think the end of the world would be sadder if I hadn’t come, — she replied.
The last light burst in the sky like silent fireworks.
And then… nothing.
No explosion.
No tremor.
Just the night slowly returning to its usual blue.
James let out a long breath.
— I guess the world didn’t end.
Minji smiled.
— I think it just changed shape.
They stayed there, hands clasped, listening to the calm sound of a city that continued to exist.
And somehow, Minji realized the prediction might have been right.
The world had ended at midnight.
But only the world where they had never found the courage to speak.
A new one began right there, on that very bench.
With James.
With her.
With the first day of everything that could finally be.
CORTIS x reader! 𑣲𑣲 fluff - headcannon 𑣲 boyfriendau! moment when cortis knew they were in love 🖋️
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james ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
james was terrified, profusely sweating in his suit. he knew his family was crazy, and that perhaps they would overwhelm you with their chaotic energy. weddings had always been filled with too many shots, karaoke (for whatever reason), and dancing; very bad dancing. that’s why he stood by you all night, shielding you from his drunk aunts and cousins. just when he thought he was excelling in his bodyguard duties, you disappeared, leaving him dazed and confused by the dessert table.
at first he just assumed you had gone to the restroom, or outside to get some fresh air; he wouldn’t blame you for needing a break. as he searched the venue, the dance floor lit up, his family erupting in cheers and laughter- nothing out of the ordinary. what he wasn’t expecting was you to be front and center of a dance circle, dancing like no one’s watching. you laughed, did a bad version of breakdancing, and pulled his mom and aunt in to complete your performance. he was both shocked, and relieved. you fit right in with his crazy crew, and they seemed to love you; and so did he.
juhoon ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
cuteness aggression is real, and you are a survivor- except when it came to animals. you had always been an animal lover, having had many a pet yourself. then when you started dating juhoon, his pets became yours. taking care of them became a second nature and with them your relationship with your boyfriend grew stronger. with this, your cuteness aggression was at an all time high.
one day, juhoon had left you pet sitting his turtles while he was filming. after a rough 12 hour shoot, all he wanted was to go home to you waiting at the dorms, arms wide open for him. instead he came home to you baby talking to his turtles, as if waiting for them to respond with words. “how about we give you a boy for when juhoonie gets here!” you’d said excitedly. “wow i love that idea” you’d responded in a silly voice, moving the turtles tiny leg.
martin ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
“okay just stand here?” you asked, putting the headphones over your messy hair. it was late, but you didn’t care- not when your boyfriend had reserved a whole recording studio for you. having always been interested in his work, martin had brought you along some of his recording sessions, and you fell in love with the process. seeing the smile adorning your face, he quickly threw out the idea of you recording some vocals for a song he’d been working on. you gladly accepted the offer.
“yeah right there, that’s perfect.” he says, adjusting the levels on the monitor. “you’re perfect” you chirp, playful as always. he laughs, shaking his head at your character- although you knew he was blushing. after some quick adjustments, you started recording the vocals. it was all new to you, but it was fun- and martin made sure to compliment and help you throughout the night. unbeknownst to you, every time you snag he fell in love, really fell. he was on cloud 9.
seonghyeon ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
thrift stores make the best cheap dates, and for seonghyeon they’re ideal. there’s something special about entering a space and finding treasure amongst the crowd. sometimes he feels like that’s how you found him, but he would never admit that. besides the mystery and treasure hunt behind thrifting, he enjoys giving his opinion on different pieces you pull- though he swears anything looks good on you.
that is until you come out the dressing room, with the ugliest outfit known to man. you couldn’t contain your laughter, which made seonghyeon laugh as well. then you went back in, and came out with a fedora. starting your cat walk, you made your way towards your boyfriend. he was laughing and teasing you, but on the inside he was falling deeper in love.
keonho ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
one thing that made keonho gravitate towards you was your willingness to try new things. he’s an adventurer, and he needed a partner for his crazy side quests. one of his many adventures includes skateboarding, and of course he wanted to take up this new hobby with you. this meant you both spent countless hours outdoors, while he tried to show you the basics.
the biggest thing for you was to be comfortable with failing, especially with a physical activity like skateboarding. that meant that when you face planted or landed on your butt, you would laugh it off and your boyfriend would help you up. although he always worried about you injuring yourself, every time you flashed a smile or laughed at your own pain gave him a sense of relief. he loved the way you could pick yourself back up and try again, it was inspiring.
could you do 'how ot5 cortis would ask you to be their gf' headcannons?
tysm!! ahh i love this, let me see what i can cook up 🙏🫡
this is a bit rushed i won’t lie, but i think im going to do an individual fic for each of these, maybe a series! if that’s something you’d be interested in 🫶🏼
<3 all mine— cortis
cortis x fem! reader fluff‹3 00.. friends to lovers
i’d be yours if you’d be mine 𓂃۶ৎ in which cortis asks you to be their girlfriend
martin— song or poem
martin is a romantic, seeing life through an artists eye. he takes his relationships very seriously, and i feel he would be one to express his adoration and love for the people he surrounds himself with. it comes as no surprise that he would ask you to spend his days with him, as an item, through song or poetry. he wouldn’t speak it, he would let you read it in your own voice, let you take it in as you would regular written word. that’s what makes it so special— and what inevitably makes you shed tears as you respond with a loving “yes!”
james— dancing in the studio
it was hard to get close to james, for everyone. it took you 3 months to be considered his friend, and almost 4 more to be considered his close friend. still, he fell head over heels in love with you— and so when it was time to pop the question, he decided to go about it in the most nonchalant way. after dancing for what seemed like hours, he sat down next to you who was silently watching, and said, “look y/n, you’re the only person i let sit in on my personal practice time, and that means something. would you maybe want to be more than friends?”
juhoon— basketball court
similar to james, juhoon proved difficult to get close to. once you were though, he switched into a clingy, but also chill puppy. he would often drag you along with him to the basketball court near his dorm, and this day was no exception. you were both messing around, running up and down the court and being cocky— although you possessed no skills. then he goes, “if i make this shot, you have to say yes to being my girlfriend.” and of course he did not miss, and of course you said yes.
seonghyeon— nice meal out
it was an ordinary day, with your friend— seonghyeon. you were sitting across from each other in a booth at your favorite sushi restaurant, which he introduced you to. it was usual for him to invite you out to eat, and he would always pay, but that was it. you were just friends, who maybe wanted more. he wouldn’t beat around the bush when it came down to popping the question, although his nerves were through the roof. he simply recited a rehearsed confession, followed by a shy, “so, would you maybe want to be my girlfriend.” you passed him his favorite salmon roll and said yes.
keonho— over text
look, keonho was young and dumb— albeit sweet and genuine. he’s been crushing on you for months now, and he’s smart enough to know you feel the same. but he’s nervous, shy, even the thought of asking you to be his had his palms sweaty and knees shaky. so he texted you, out of nowhere. a quick, “hey y/n i’ve liked you for a while and i think maybe you feel the same. how about we take this to the next level?” and the he regretted it, until you came to his rescue and accepted his proposal.
CORTIS REACTIONS: You Bring Their Favorite Snack ۶ৎ
JAMES 🦅-
James is sitting on the floor tying his shoe, hair sticking to his forehead, breathing a little heavier than usual. He looks focused, serious - very "don't talk to me, I'm surviving."
You walk over quietly and place a small pudding cup beside him.
He pauses mid‑movement.
Looks at the pudding.
Looks at you.
Back at the pudding.
"...Is this for me?" he asks, voice low and a little confused.
You nod.
"You looked like you needed it."
He doesn't react big - he never does - but something in his expression softens. His shoulders drop a little, like the tension just melts out of him.
He picks up the pudding and turns it in his hand, checking the flavor like he's making sure it's real.
"Thanks," he says, simple but sincere. "Seriously."
You shrug like it's nothing, but he keeps looking at you for a second longer than normal. Not intense - just... warm. Appreciative.
Across the room, Seonghyeon notices.
Of course he does.
He nudges Martin.
"Hyung got pudding."
Martin glances over.
"Oh. Nice."
And that's it.
They go back to stretching.
Completely oblivious.
But Seonghyeon keeps watching James out of the corner of his eye, because he sees the way James opens the pudding immediately - not saving it for later like he usually does - and the tiny smile he tries to hide when he takes the first bite.
James catches him staring.
"What," he says flatly.
Seonghyeon just grins.
"Nothing."
James rolls his eyes, but he's still holding the pudding like it's the best part of his day.
When you walk past him again, he taps the lid lightly with his finger.
"It's good," he says.
Which, from James, is basically a love letter.
You smile.
He looks away quickly, pretending to focus on his shoelaces again.
And the rest of the members?
Still clueless.
Except Seonghyeon, who's definitely filing this away for later.
---
MARTIN 🐕🦺 -
It's almost 11 p.m.
The company sent everyone home early, but Martin texted you:
"I need snacks. Emergency."
So now you're standing in the convenience store with him, both of you half‑awake, surrounded by instant ramen and questionable energy drinks.
He's staring at the shelves like he's trying to solve a puzzle.
"I don't know what I want," he mutters. "Everything looks good but also... not good."
You reach into your bag and pull out the mint chocolate bar you bought earlier - the exact brand he always rants about like it's a personality trait.
You hold it out to him.
"Here. I brought you this."
Martin freezes.
Not dramatically - just a tiny, stunned pause, like his brain lagged.
He looks at the chocolate.
Then at you.
Then back at the chocolate.
"No way," he says quietly.
You shrug.
"You mentioned craving it yesterday."
He takes it slowly, like he's afraid it'll disappear if he moves too fast.
Then he breaks into the biggest, brightest grin - the kind that makes his whole face light up.
"Dude. You're actually the best."
He opens it immediately, takes a bite, and does that little happy bounce he does when food hits his soul.
"This is so good," he says, pointing at the bar like it personally saved his life. "You're a genius."
You laugh, and he nudges your shoulder with his, casual but warm.
Then the automatic door slides open.
Keonho walks in, hood up, looking like a tired raccoon.
He spots the two of you in the aisle.
"Oh. You guys are here too."
He grabs a drink, completely oblivious - until he notices the mint chocolate in Martin's hand.
"...Did you buy that?" he asks.
Martin shakes his head proudly.
"She brought it for me."
Keonho blinks.
"Oh."
He doesn't say anything else.
Just gives Martin a look - the kind that says "I see you" without actually saying it.
Martin lightly kicks his ankle.
"Don't start."
Keonho raises his hands in surrender.
"I didn't say anything."
But he definitely knows.
Martin goes back to eating, leaning against the shelf, looking way too happy for someone holding mint chocolate at 11 p.m.
Every few seconds, he glances at you again - small smile, soft eyes - like he's still surprised you remembered.
---
JUHOON 🐢 -
The rain has been coming down all day - steady, soft, the kind that makes the whole building feel quieter than usual.
You push open the break room door and find Juhoon sitting at the small table, hoodie up, staring at the vending machine like it personally offended him.
He sighs.
"They don't have anything spicy today," he mutters to himself.
You clear your throat, and he looks up - surprised, but in that calm Juhoon way where his eyebrows lift just a little.
You hold up the Ottogi Yeul ramen cup.
"I brought you this."
Juhoon blinks once.
Then twice.
He sits up straighter, the tiniest shift, but enough to show you caught him off guard.
"...yeul?" he says quietly.
You nod.
"You mentioned craving it last week."
He takes the ramen from your hands slowly, like he's making sure he's not imagining it. His fingers brush yours for half a second - not on purpose, just soft, accidental contact - but he freezes anyway.
Then he exhales, a small breath that sounds almost like relief.
"Thank you," he says, voice low but sincere. "This is... perfect."
He stands and immediately starts filling the kettle with water.
Not rushing - just focused, like this is suddenly the most important task of his day.
You sit at the table while he waits for the water to boil.
He keeps glancing at you - not staring, not obvious - just little looks, like he's checking if you're still there.
The door opens.
James walks in, grabs a bottle from the fridge, and stops when he sees the ramen in Juhoon's hands.
"...Where'd you get that?" he asks.
Juhoon doesn't even look up.
"She brought it."
James nods slowly.
"Oh."
He doesn't tease.
Doesn't smirk.
Doesn't say anything else.
But the way he looks between the two of you?
Yeah... he definitely noticed.
He leaves without another word.
Juhoon pours the hot water into the cup, sets the lid back on, and sits across from you.
He taps the top of the ramen lightly with his finger - a small, almost shy gesture.
"I really appreciate it," he says. "You didn't have to go out of your way."
You shrug.
"It's just ramen."
He shakes his head, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"No. It's not."
The rain keeps falling outside.
The kettle clicks off.
And Juhoon sits there, quietly happy, waiting for his ramen to cook - stealing soft glances at you every few seconds like he can't help it.
---
SEONGHYEON 🦊-
It's early.
Like... too early.
The sun is barely up, the air is cold, and the members are dragging themselves toward the building like zombies.
Seonghyeon is the last to arrive - hood up, hair messy, backpack hanging off one shoulder, yawning so hard he looks like he might ascend.
He spots you standing near the entrance and waves, all sleepy and soft.
"Morning..." he mumbles, voice still raspy.
You hold out a small carton of chocolate milk.
"For you."
He stops walking.
Just... stops.
He blinks at the carton like it's glowing.
"...Chocolate milk?" he says, voice suddenly awake.
You nod.
"You looked tired yesterday. Thought you might want it."
And that's when he lights up.
Not a big dramatic reaction - just this pure, bright smile that hits you like warm sunlight. His whole face softens, eyes crinkling, dimples showing.
"Really? You brought this for me?"
He takes it gently, like it's precious, and immediately hugs it to his chest.
"This is my favorite," he says, almost shy. "Thank you."
He opens it right away, takes a sip, and does that little happy bounce he does when something tastes good.
Then he looks at you again - softer this time.
"You're really sweet, you know that?"
Before you can respond, the door opens behind him.
Keonho steps out, rubbing his eyes.
He sees the chocolate milk.
Then sees Seonghyeon's smile.
Then sees you.
"...What's going on?" he asks, suspicious but half-asleep.
Seonghyeon immediately panics.
"N-nothing! She just- I mean- it's just chocolate milk!"
Keonho raises an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh."
He walks inside, but not before giving Seonghyeon a look - the "I'm going to tease you about this later" look.
Seonghyeon groans into his hands.
"He's never going to let this go..."
But then he peeks at you over his fingers, cheeks a little pink.
"...Still. I'm really happy you brought it."
He takes another sip, smiling to himself as he follows you inside - chocolate milk in hand, mood instantly 100x better.
---
KEONHO 🐶 -
The group decided to grab food after practice - nothing fancy, just the mall food court. Everyone's scattered around different stalls, debating menus like it's a life-or-death decision.
You're standing in line at the fry place when you hear hurried footsteps behind you.
Keonho appears, slightly out of breath, hair a little messy, eyes wide with panic.
"Uh- do you have cash?" he whispers urgently.
You blink.
"What? Why?"
He holds up his empty hands like he's confessing a crime.
"I... forgot my wallet."
You stare at him.
He stares back.
Then he adds, dramatically:
"And I really wanted fries."
You sigh, but you're already pulling out your card because he looks like a kicked puppy.
"Fine. I'll get them."
His whole face lights up instantly - like someone turned on a lamp inside him.
"Really?! You're the best!"
He bounces on his toes while you order, peeking over the counter like a little kid waiting for his food.
When the fries come out, you hand him the cup.
He takes it with both hands like it's a sacred offering.
"Oh my gosh," he whispers. "They're warm."
He pops one in his mouth and does a tiny happy dance - just a little wiggle of his shoulders, but enough to make you laugh.
Then he holds the fries out to you.
"Here. You have one."
You raise an eyebrow.
"You sure?"
He nods aggressively.
"You bought them. It's the rules."
You take one, and he beams like he just did something heroic.
Across the food court, James is carrying a tray and watching the two of you.
He squints.
"...Did she buy him fries?"
Martin looks over.
"Oh yeah. He forgot his wallet again."
James sighs deeply, like this is the 47th time this has happened.
But Keonho doesn't notice any of that - he's too busy eating fries and walking beside you like a happy duckling.
At one point, he nudges your arm lightly.
"Thank you," he says, softer now. "I really mean it."
You shrug.
"It's just fries."
He shakes his head, cheeks full, eyes warm.
"No. It's not."
And then he offers you another fry - the longest, crispiest one - because in Keonho language, that's basically a love poem.
---
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CORTIS REACTIONS: You Falling and They Catch You ۶ৎ
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JAMES 🦅
Backstage at a concert venue in America.
It’s loud, chaotic, staff running everywhere, lights flashing, equipment being rolled past. The boys are getting ready for their next stage, and James is standing off to the side adjusting his in‑ears, focused and calm in that very James way.
You’re weaving through the maze of cables with a clipboard, trying to get to the stylist table. Someone calls your name, you turn your head for half a second—
—and your foot catches on a thick cable.
You stumble forward.
Before you even register what’s happening, a hand grabs your arm.
Firm. Steady.
Pulling you upright before you hit the ground.
You crash into someone’s chest.
James.
He’s holding you by the waist with one hand, the other braced on your arm, keeping you steady. His pink in‑ears dangle from his fingers, forgotten.
For a moment, neither of you moves.
His eyes widen just slightly — not dramatic, not shocked, just that tiny James micro‑expression he gets when something catches him off guard.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low, steady, but there’s a hint of breathlessness he didn’t mean to let slip.
You nod, flustered.
“Yeah— I just— the cable—”
He glances down at the floor, then back at you, still holding you like he’s not sure you’re stable yet.
“You need to watch where you’re going,” he says, but it’s not scolding.
It’s soft.
Concern disguised as annoyance.
You try to step back, but his hand stays on your waist for a second longer than necessary — like he’s double‑checking you’re not going to fall again.
Then he realizes it.
He lets go immediately, clearing his throat and looking away like he didn’t just catch you like a scene out of a drama.
Martin, passing by:
“WOAHHHH, ZHAO SAVING LIVES OUT HERE—”
James shoots him a look that could silence a stadium.
Then he turns back to you, calmer now, slipping his in‑ears back on.
“…Be careful,” he says quietly. “You scared me for a second.”
You blink.
“You? Scared?”
He gives you that tiny half‑smile — the one he does when he’s trying not to show he’s flustered.
“Don’t make me catch you again,” he mutters, walking past you toward the stage.
But as he passes, his hand brushes your elbow — light, intentional, protective — like he’s still making sure you’re steady.
And when he thinks you’re not looking, he glances back at you once.
Just once.
Just long enough to replay the moment in his head.
---
MARTIN 🐕🦺
The outdoor market is packed — vendors shouting, tourists wandering, music playing from a speaker somewhere. Martin is walking ahead of you, holding a skewer of something he insisted you “absolutely HAVE to try,” waving it around like a kid showing off a trophy.
You’re trying to keep up, weaving through people, when someone bumps your shoulder. You stumble, your foot catches on the edge of a booth rug, and you pitch forward—
Straight into Martin’s back.
He yelps, drops his skewer, and spins around just in time to catch you by the arms before you face‑plant into a display of handmade soaps.
“WOAH— WOAH— (Y/n)!”
His voice cracks like he’s going through puberty again.
You’re gripping his sleeves, heart racing.
“I— I tripped—”
He looks at you like you just survived a near‑death experience.
“YOU ALMOST DIED,” he declares dramatically, still holding onto you like you’re made of glass.
You try to step back, but he doesn’t let go.
“No, no, no, stay still, you’re unstable,” he says, eyes wide, scanning you like he’s checking for injuries. “Are you okay? Are your legs okay? Do you need water? Do you need a chair? Do you need—”
“Martin, I’m fine.”
He blinks.
Then he realizes he’s still holding your arms.
He drops them instantly and takes a full step back, hands up like he’s been caught doing something illegal.
“I wasn’t— I mean— I just— you scared me,” he mutters, suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck.
A vendor nearby laughs.
“Cute couple,” she says under her breath.
Martin CHOKES.
“We’re— we’re not— I mean— she just— she tripped— I caught— it wasn’t—”
He gives up, face turning pink.
You bend down to pick up the skewer he dropped, but he practically dives to stop you.
“No! Don’t touch that! You almost died once today, that’s enough!”
You stare at him.
He stares back, flustered and dramatic and trying so hard to act normal.
Then, quieter, almost embarrassed:
“…Just walk next to me, okay? So I can catch you again if you fall.”
He says it like it’s nothing.
But his ears are bright red.
And for the rest of the market trip, he stays half a step closer than usual — pretending it’s coincidence, but absolutely not fooling anyone.
---
JUHOON 🐢
The hallway is dim and quiet, the kind of late‑night silence that makes every sound feel louder. Most of the staff are downstairs grabbing snacks, and the members are scattered between rooms getting ready for the next shoot. You’re walking down the carpeted hallway with a stack of wardrobe pieces in your arms, trying to balance everything without dropping it.
Juhoon steps out of his room at the exact same moment you pass by, adjusting the zipper on his jacket. He glances up just as you shift the clothes in your arms—
—and your foot catches on the edge of the carpet.
You stumble forward, the clothes slipping, your balance gone.
Before you can hit the floor, a hand grabs your wrist.
Firm. Steady.
Then another hand catches your waist, pulling you upright in one smooth, instinctive motion.
You end up pressed against him, breath caught in your throat.
Juhoon freezes.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just… completely still.
His eyes widen a fraction — barely noticeable unless you’re close. His grip on your waist tightens for a second, making sure you’re steady before he even thinks about letting go.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, voice low and warm in the empty hallway.
You nod, flustered.
“I—I tripped. Sorry—”
He shakes his head once, slow, controlled.
“Don’t apologize.”
His voice is softer now. “I’ve got you.”
You swear your heart stops.
He helps you straighten the clothes in your arms, his fingers brushing yours — light, careful, like he’s afraid to startle you. When he finally steps back, it’s only half a step, like he’s still making sure you’re stable.
Then he clears his throat, eyes flicking away for a moment.
“You should be careful,” he says, but it’s not scolding. It’s concern wrapped in calm. “These hallways are… tricky.”
You almost laugh.
The carpet is perfectly flat.
He knows it.
You know it.
But he’s trying.
You thank him, and he nods, but he doesn’t move. He just watches you for a second — that quiet, observant stare he does when he’s thinking too much.
Then, almost under his breath:
“…If you fall again, make sure I’m close.”
You blink.
He looks away immediately, pretending he didn’t say it.
And as you walk down the hallway, you can feel his eyes on you — not in a weird way, but in that protective, silent, slow‑burn Juhoon way that says he’s replaying the moment in his head whether he wants to or not.
---
SEONGHYEON 🦊
The bookstore is quiet — the kind of quiet where you can hear pages turning and soft music playing overhead. You’re walking down one of the narrow aisles, scanning the shelves for a specific photobook the stylist asked for. Seonghyeon is a few steps behind you, hands in his pockets, quietly humming along to the music.
You reach up to grab a book from a high shelf, step back without looking—
—and your heel catches on the edge of a display stand.
You stumble.
Before you can even gasp, a hand grabs your arm.
Then another steadies your waist.
You’re pulled upright in one smooth, instinctive motion.
You end up pressed against Seonghyeon’s chest, his arms around you, his breath catching in surprise.
He freezes.
Completely.
His eyes go wide, his lips part just slightly, and he looks like someone just unplugged his brain.
“Ah—”
It’s barely a sound, more like a soft exhale of shock.
You straighten up quickly, flustered.
“I—I tripped, sorry—”
He shakes his head immediately, too fast, too shy.
“No, it’s okay— I mean— it’s fine— I just—”
He stops, swallows, tries again.
“You scared me.”
His voice is quiet, almost whisper‑soft in the stillness of the aisle.
He steps back a little, but his hand stays on your arm for a second longer than necessary — like he’s making absolutely sure you’re steady before letting go.
Then he realizes it.
He drops his hand instantly, looking away so fast his hair falls into his eyes.
“I wasn’t— I mean— I didn’t mean to grab you like that,” he says, ears turning pink. “I just… reacted.”
You smile, and he gets even redder.
He bends down to pick up the book you dropped, but his fingers brush yours and he jerks back like he touched something hot.
“S‑sorry,” he mutters, staring at the floor.
You take the book from him, and he nods, still flustered, still avoiding eye contact.
But as you turn to walk away, you hear him quietly clear his throat.
“…I’m glad I was close,” he says softly, almost to himself.
You glance back.
He’s looking at you now — shy, pink‑eared, but with that tiny, warm smile he only shows when he’s being completely honest.
And for the rest of the time in the bookstore, he stays just a little closer behind you…
not enough to be obvious,
but enough that if you tripped again, he’d catch you without thinking.
---
KEONHO 🐶
The arcade is loud enough to shake your bones — neon lights flashing, kids screaming, machines beeping, Martin yelling about beating a high score somewhere in the distance. You’re weaving through the maze of games, trying to catch up to the boys, when Keonho turns around and waves at you with both hands like an excited golden retriever.
“(Y/n)! Look! I won a plushie—”
You don’t even get to see it.
Someone bumps your shoulder, you stumble, your foot catches on the edge of a dance‑machine platform, and you pitch forward—
Right into Keonho.
He drops the plushie.
He drops EVERYTHING.
“AH—!”
He catches you by the shoulders, but he’s so startled that he stumbles backward too, and the two of you end up pressed against a claw machine, his arms wrapped around you like he’s trying to shield you from an explosion.
For a full second, he just stands there, wide‑eyed, holding you like you’re about to fall through the floor.
Then—
“OH MY GOSH ARE YOU OKAY?!”
He’s yelling.
He’s panicking.
He’s shaking you gently like he’s checking if you’re alive.
You’re breathless.
“I—I tripped—”
“YOU TRIPPED?!”
He looks horrified.
“WHY DID YOU TRIP? WHO MADE YOU TRIP? WAS IT ME? DID I TRIP YOU? DID THE FLOOR TRIP YOU?”
You stare at him.
He stares back, still holding your arms.
Then he realizes how close you are.
His entire face goes red.
He drops his hands like they’re on fire and takes a full step back, nearly tripping over a stool himself.
“I— I wasn’t— I mean— I didn’t mean to— I just— you fell— I caught— I—”
He gives up, covers his face with both hands, and groans into them.
Meanwhile, Martin appears out of nowhere, holding a giant stuffed shark.
“BRO. DID YOU JUST PRINCESS‑CATCH HER?”
Keonho screams.
“I DIDN’T PRINCESS‑CATCH ANYONE— SHE ALMOST DIED—”
You’re standing there, trying not to laugh, still a little shaken.
Keonho peeks at you through his fingers.
“…Are you sure you’re okay?”
His voice is tiny now.
Soft.
Worried.
You nod.
He exhales like he’s been holding his breath for ten minutes.
Then, shyly, he picks up the plushie he dropped — a little pink dinosaur — and hands it to you.
“…You can have it,” he mumbles. “For… for surviving.”
And for the rest of the night, he walks slightly behind you, arms half‑raised like he’s ready to catch you again at any moment.
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