[syn] :: don't send a rapper a voice message unless you wanna be an intro ! ft. your texts,,
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your usual texts with martin were silly and heart warming, always reminding him to take breaks, talking about how much you miss eachother. it was typical young love stuff, except, he was a famous idol â one under HYBE at that. it was tough to keep your relationship a total secret, not even being able to tell your closest friends or family. they'd ask who? you're not allowed to say, the risk of the word spreading was too high. so you didn't say a word, pretending you had no desire for a relationship.
barely being able to see martin, his tours and schedules taking up all his waking hours â it was painful to say the least. even if you knew exactly what you were getting into, even if you completely understood this was how it has to be; it didn't stop it from hurting. your heart ached every night, just wishing on every star in the sky; to have the chance to see him more.
you accepted it though, no matter how hard it was â you fought through it. being so supportive, you couldn't be happier for him; achieving his dreams, becoming one of the biggest names in kpop, you loved seeing him thrive.
it was worth the moments you finally got to see him. whether that be surprising him backstage, or showing up at the dorms â anything with him was perfect. being his muse was an honour, unable to imagine anything more endearing, it filled you with such love.
that ended atleast four months ago.
HYBE getting greedy, fans getting restless â it was becoming much harder to deal with. you promised eachother, no matter how difficult, you'd always work through it â but if that was the case, why did your texts start looking like this?
soon enough, it ended. you're not sure why, but you assumed it was just the circumstances. he was climbing the ladder fast and no one could stop him. its not that he stopped loving you, he just loved producing a little more. feeling that's where his priorities lay, he broke it off. it was painful, and hard â as all break ups are, but you respected his wishes. still feeling a little disoriented, the weeks slowly turning into months, the blur over your eyes never faltering. you felt you lost your spark while he gained his. he didn't mean you any harm, but of course, that didn't stop it from hurting.
months passed, nothing changed. a small part of you hoping to hear directly from him again, you never blocked his number. as much as you hated seeing him all over the internet, you still supported him. keeping up with his latest releases, really just curious about where he's taking his career. probably not helping your healing process, but it was all you had left of him really. no one knowing you ever dated, no one would even believe you if you tried. listening to his music as a keep-sake, wishfully thinking at best.
you heard talk about a new track they were working on, specifically on a live stream. it was hard to avoid news about them, so you let it plague your feed. hearing snippets of the song here and there â he's really gotten good at producing. not listening to the full song on purpose; you didn't need to hear it, feeling it would only make you more attached.
yet, something peaked your interest. there were countless replies, countless threads, millions of fans so desperate to find out; who's voice was that? at first you were confused, do people not know what a vocal sample is? it mightâve even just been martins voice with a tonne of FX over it, nothing special. people were hooked on finding out who's voice this was, your finger hovering over the short intro clip on twitter â clicking it without a second thought.
the track played for a few seconds, setting a tone before the famous voice everyone was talking about came in; ambient and filled with reverb.
'mars you know im outside, let me in baby'
your heart fucking sank.
it was your voice.
he sampled your fucking voice, months after breaking up with you. he had some insane nerve.
it was a voice note you'd sent him back when you were together, he was teasing you by not letting you into the dorms â so you told him to stop playing and let you in.
you assumed he used it because you called him mars â his producer tag, and shockingly, it sounded pretty good. he could get away with saying it was a sample or maybe even a voice actor he hired for it. the only people who knew were him and you, and you didn't feel too good about it. he really had the nerve to use your voice in a fucking track? the girl he left to pursue music, it felt like he was mocking you, using you. even if you knew he'd never do that, you felt such a sour taste in your mouth. he knew better than that, he knew so much better than that. still, its been months â did he really go back to old voice notes in search of an intro? and now you're voice is all over twitter because of it.
part two here !
[AN] :: hey so lets ignore the shit quality of the last two screenshots,, dk why they did that tbh. anywaysss hope y'all enjoyed this lil martin angst (?) fic,, im def gonna write more for him cuz i luh him so muh <3
so in an insane monopoly move the big 4 kpop companies have now joined to make their own coachella called âphenomenonâ starting in korea 2027 (apparently going global later in 2028) and someone said this lmao
jest aside this has to tick a lot of boxes to be good/safe/issue-free/fan- and small artist-friendly instead of an overpriced lip-syncing kcon rebrand catastrophe that boybossed too close to the sun.Â
the fandom reaction has been lukewarm to negative on twitter all around. someone said the sound guys couldnât even get one idol (taemin) right at coachella so how are they gonna pull this off with several artists at once while organizing everything from scratch with bad PR đ
stop deciding whats best for your idols. (heeseung + belift conflict)
i just wanna come on here and speak out about this situation with belift and heeseung leaving enhypen. please read and comment if you have any opinions on this.
i have been an engene since manifesto era, enhypen pulled me out of my darkest times. that being said, i completely support heeseung and the enhypen members with whatever their futures hold for them, including future activities, music, contracts, etc.
i'm honestly so furious and so overwhelmed. i've never seen a fandom be so ignorant and delusional when it comes to their idols.
engenes all over the world have decided to dissect and investigate every single word spoken in heeseungs and belifts statements whilst deeming them uncredible, they've shared rumors about heeseung in the building and screenshots of "unofficial" statements made by people with "official" statuses like jungwon on weverse and yuki from an anonymous account on twitter, theyâve started to fully BOYCOT enhypen and their promotions/activities, etc.
WHY ARE WE BELIEVING EVERY THING WE SEE. this is absolutely NOT how we should be sharing our support.
regardless of belifts, hybes, and hitman bangs shady behavior, it is so clear that heeseung did in fact have somewhat of a say in the final decision of his standing in the company. taking things like "as per the companys suggestion" and running with it DOES NOT MEAN WE KNOW EVERYTHING.
what do you guys know about running a kpop group? oh nothing? so WHY are we assuming whats BEST for heeseung and the enhypen members? why are we attacking belift and heeseung for this decision that has already happened??? why are we attacking when maybe this could all be a good thing instead?????
youâre not the ceo of hybe, are you? do you work under belift? how do you know that heeseung could go solo while still being in group activities? oh, haha you donât, right.
and people sending trucks and sharing pictures that are allegedly yuki and heeseung and other staff members, saying, "oh my god they've seen the trucks!" gang, there is like 10 of them outside. you think they cant see? OH MY GOD THEY HAVE EYES!!! WHATT?? this is just embarrassing. i canât imagine how heeseung feels.
and i'm sick and tired of the comparisons going on. heeseung is NOT MARK and hybe is NOT SM. heeseung is NOT YEONJUN and enhypen is NOT TXT. just because we've seen successful solo careers from other idols while still remaining in group activities DOES NOT mean that any idol from any company can achieve that.
it is THAT simple.
comment sections, reels, tiktoks, twitter, facebook, tumblr, god i've even seen on ao3 everyone saying #bringheeseungback and all of this bullshit. how do you think heeseung feels??? one million+ signatures on the petition to PUT HIM BACK IN THE GROUP he isnt in anymore????
this is his SOLO CAREER WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. this is how he makes MONEY, this is his LIFE. god forbid a full grown adult artist wants to CHANGE UP HIS SOUND and chase a DIFFERENT DREAM.
and you all need to forget the fact you do NOT personally know heeseung. âi just know he wouldve picked the boys over going soloâ âthis isnt like heeseung, the company definitely forced him."
all of this is exactly what parasocial behavior looks like.
and if heeseung chose this himself, then what would he think?? imagine millions of your fans not wanting you to go solo.
heeseung is not your bestfriend, he is not your boyfriend, your husband, your cousin, sibling, mutual, he is NONE OF THAT. so stop acting like you know him like that. we've all seen the horrible secrets that idols can hold whilst the fans obliviously support them. none of us know REALLY know him.
enhypen has been a group for almost 6 years and the way this has been handled just makes me so disappointed in so many engenes. i have barely seen engenes show their support to the other members, did everyone else just forget about them? about their possible feelings?
YOU ALL NEED TO WAKE THE FUCK UP. this is not some lucid dream where YOU ALL get to decide what happens to our boys. this is fucking reality, you guys need to ACCEPT whats happened and support heeseung and the enhypen members by RESPECTING their decisions and looking forward to their promotions and future activities as a soloist and group moving forward. this is not about what YOU think feels right or wrong, this is about whatâs actually going on and taking it at face level.
and to be honest, iâm actually really excited to see where enhypen goes without heeseung. he was the face of the group, the ace, the most biased, well known member and now heâs gone. we donât know enhypen without heeseung, and im hyped to see what ot6 comes up with and who steps up within the group so that they can define themselves without him. and is no one excited for heeseungs solo? i know i am. heâs going to finally be able to express himself solely through his own craft.
i hate being disappointed in my own fandom. please reblog and spread this message. thanks for your time.
a/n : i love cortis this is my first fic im writing for them. i hope itâs good i wrote this half asleep on an airplane
synopsis : being close friends with juhoon is normal, as normal as breathing to you. until the rumors⊠and the misinterpreted headline. but maybe it wasnât a bad thing after all.
**
you always knew that being the only girl in cortis meant everything you did got watched a little more closelyâby cameras, by staff, by people online who zoomed into screenshots like detectives who had nothing better to do.
still, you never thought anyone would care about you and juhoon.
mostly because you and juhoon barely talked when you debuted. you were the maknae, you were shy, he was older, he was shy, and the group already had loud combinations that the company pushed for content. you two sort of⊠existed near each other like matching puzzle pieces no one had bothered to put together yet.
but then the months passed, promos happened, schedules piled up, and you kept ending up next to him. maybe because he never made you feel out of place. maybe because you didnât drain his social battery. maybe because he got quiet the same way you didâlike someone folding in on themselves.
and somehow that turned into⊠this.
a scandal.
**
1. inkigayo backstage vlog
the first âincident,â as fans later called it, wasnât even an incident.
youâd been awake since 4 a.m. for hair and makeup and by the time the behind-the-scenes camera swung around the room, you were barely functioning. juhoon sat next to you on the beat-up couch, scrolling on his phone with that blank face he always wore when he was trying not to look tired.
you didnât even remember falling asleep.
one moment, you were blinking slowly at the floor. the next, your head was on something warm and solid.
juhoon didnât say anything. he didnât move you away. he just⊠froze for a second, blinked, and then adjusted his posture so your head didnât tilt at an awkward angle. and when the camera pointed your way, he instinctively lifted his hand to block the flash of the overhead light from hitting your eyes.
âour maknaeâs tired again,â the manager joked behind the camera.
juhoon only nodded quietly, eyes soft.
the clip lasted maybe seven seconds.
but the comments?
absolutely feral.
why is she sleeping on juhoon??
THE WAY HE ADJUSTED SO SHE WOULDNâT WAKE UP
my man is down bad
guys they are literally teenagers calm down but also??????
you didnât see the chaos until that night, sitting on your bed in the dorm while james screamed laughing from the living room.
ây/n, come here RIGHT NOW,â he yelled.
âiâm tired,â you complained.
âno, youâre exposing the group, get out here!â
you shuffled out and saw the clip on the tvâzoomed in. slowed down. analyzed. dissected.
the members were half teasing, half concerned. but juhoon⊠juhoon just sat quietly on the other couch, hoodie pulled tight around his face.
he didnât meet your eyes, but when your shoulders brushed while passing, he whispered, barely audible, âsorry. i shouldâve woken you up.â
you shook your head. ânot your fault.â
and it wasnât.
but it was the start.
**
2. the late night live
it was supposed to be a five-minute check-in live: just the two of you because everyone else had crashed after dance practice. you looked exhausted, he looked exhausted, and because both of you were half-asleep introverts, you ended up sitting way too close without realizing it.
you were in the corner of the practice room, sharing the same blanket someone had left behind, knees almost touching. the live chat went insane the moment it started.
âwhy are we reading the comments like thatâŠâ you mumbled, squinting.
âi canât see anything,â juhoon admitted, leaning closer to your phone. which meant leaning even closer to you.
âoh my god, youâre literally on top of each other right now,â someone commented.
you choked on air. juhoon immediately sat up straighter, face red.
ânoâno, itâs notââ he tried to explain but then you laughed, soft and tired and uncontrollable, and his explanation dissolved into this tiny smile he tried (and failed) to hide.
you talked about practice, about the comeback, about wanting sleep more than fame. at one point, when you yawned, juhoon covered your mouth with his hand so the mic wouldnât pick it up.
it was a stupid, unconscious gesture.
gentle. comfortable. familiar.
and unfortunately caught from three angles because fans screen-record EVERYTHING.
by the next morning, you woke up from three hours of sleep to find your name trending. juhoonâs name too. the group chat was exploding.
why were you two so close like that??
guys we told you no more unsupervised lives after 1 a.m.
iâm actually crying they think youâre dating now
bro you COVERED her mouth what were you thinking
juhoon didnât respond in the group chat. but when you walked into rehearsal, he immediately straightened up, eyes wide like a scared puppy.
âsorryâŠâ he murmured.
you sighed. âyouâre always sorry.â
âbecause youâre always the one getting dragged into trouble,â he said, voice quiet but firm. âand i donât want that to happen because of me.â
you didnât reply. not because you didnât know what to sayâbut because you did.
and maybe that scared you more.
**
3. the fashion mv behind-the-scenes
you and juhoon werenât even aware cameras were rolling for half of it.
the comeback was stressful. the choreography was intense. the outfits were tight and uncomfortable. and everything felt high-pressure.
but somehow, every break ended with you and juhoon sitting next to each other. talking quietly. sharing snacks. leaning your heads together while watching the monitor. laughing at the same moments. at one point, someone caught the two of you practicing the same eight-count, absently mirroring each other without realizing it.
and then there was the moment â the one fans clipped endlessly.
you were fixing the buckle on your shoulder strap, struggling with the angle, and juhoon stepped behind you, wordlessly helping snap it in place. when you jumped a little, surprised, he laughedâactually laughed, rare and brightâand you turned around and nudged him, both of you smiling like the world wasnât watching.
the editors didnât think it meant anything. you didnât think it meant anything.
the fans thought it meant EVERYTHING.
and suddenly, those ây/n and juhoon momentsâ compilations showed up on tiktok. edits. slow-motion zoom-ins. music overlays. âmaybe-theyâre-dating?â theories.
your manager wasnât mad, exactlyâjust⊠stressed.
âyou two need to be careful,â he warned. âthe company doesnât want rumors.â
juhoon bowed his head. âi understand.â
you wanted to say something too, but the guilt was already in your throat.
still, the closeness didnât stop. not really. it just became quieter. more hidden.
a little too late, as it turned out.
**
4. dispatch
two months later, you thought everything had finally died down. the scandal talk faded. people moved on.
until january 1st at 6 a.m.
martin shook you awake. violently.
âwake up wake up WAKE UPââ
you groaned. âitâs too earlyââ
âDISPATCH DROPPED THEIR COUPLE REVEAL.â
your heart didnât even have time to sink before he shoved his phone into your hands.
and there it was.
your name. juhoonâs name. together. bolded.
blurry pictures of the two of you at the convenience store near the dorms. another of him walking behind you after late-night practice, backpack slung over one shoulder, eyes soft like he was making sure you got inside safely. another of you handing him a warm drink through a car window during filming.
none of it romantic. none of it inappropriate. none of it even remotely dramatic.
but paired with captions like:
âyoung idols grow close while supporting each otherâ
âwitnesses claim the pair are attached at the hipâ
âcortis members juhoon and y/n rumored to be in a relationshipâ
you felt your throat close.
your hands shook as you scrolled. comments. reactions. speculation. theories. hashtags exploding by the second.
you barely noticed juhoon entering the hallway until he said your name quietly.
ây/n.â
he looked pale. terrified. like heâd done something unforgivable.
âiâm so sorry,â he whispered, voice cracking.
you shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. âyou didnât do anything wrong.â
âbut itâs my fault people thinkââ
âitâs not your fault.â
he stared at you thenâreally stared at you, like he was searching your face for blame.
and when he didnât find any, his shoulders sagged.
âi didnât want this to hurt you,â he said. âi never wanted you to get attacked. i just⊠like being around you.â
and that was the part that hit you hardest.
because you liked being around him too.
quiet mornings. shared snacks. inside jokes no one else got. practice breaks where youâd sit silently next to each other and somehow it felt like resting.
you sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve. ââŠweâre in trouble, arenât we?â
he laughed weakly. âprobably.â
the company called an emergency meeting. the members rallied around you, insisting you two had done nothing wrong. managers discussed statements. publicists debated the wording.
but in the middle of the chaos, juhoon sat next to you, knee brushing yours, voice low as he whispered, âwhatever happens, iâm here, okay?â
âokay,â you whispered back.
and maybe that reassurance shouldnât have mattered so much.
but it did.
**
5. after
the company released a statement eventually, clarifying that you and juhoon were close friends, that the photos were innocent, that the group was like family.
some fans continued to ship you two harder. some demanded space. some defended you fiercely.
it was messy. chaotic. overwhelming.
but through all of it, juhoon never avoided you.
if anything, he became more carefulânot in a distant way, but in a protective one. standing between you and crowds. making sure you ate. walking you to dorms after practice. quietly placing water bottles on your desk during long recordings.
one night, weeks later, you were sitting on the rooftop of the company building, wrapped in your jacket, watching the city lights.
juhoon slid next to you without a word.
âdo you ever wish you werenât in a group with me?â you asked softly.
he didnât even hesitate.
ânever.â
âeven with⊠everything that happened?â
âespecially with everything that happened.â
you looked at him, startled.
he picked at a loose thread on his sleeve, cheeks pink. âyouâre the only person who makes this all feel⊠less loud.â
your chest tightened. âyou make it less loud for me too.â
you two sat there for a long moment, the silence warm instead of heavy.
then he leaned the tiniest bit closerânot enough for the cameras to catch, not enough for anyone to accuseâbut enough that your shoulders brushed.
comfortable. familiar. unspoken.
like always.
like something that didnât need to be defined to be real.
like two quiet kids learning how to exist in a loud world.
together.
**
the confession doesnât happen in some dramatic idol-romance kind of way. no rainstorm, no music video lighting, no perfectly timed emotional monologue.
it happens in the practice room.
and honestly, that makes sense. because everything between you and juhoon always happened in quiet placesâhallways, rooftops, backstage corners where no one thought to look. places where silence wasnât awkward but comfortable.
itâs lateâpast midnight, maybe closer to one. the rest of cortis left an hour ago, exhausted. you stayed behind to run the chorus formation a few more times, and juhoon, being juhoon, stayed too.
âyouâre gonna pass out,â he says softly, watching you from the mirror.
âiâm fine,â you insist, even though your legs feel like water.
he sighsâthat older-member sigh that tries to sound stern but comes out gentle instead. ây/n. you almost fell during the spin.â
âalmost,â you repeat, trying to joke.
he doesnât smile.
he walks over, takes your wrist carefully, and guides you to sit on the floor. the second your legs fold under you, you realize how tired you actually are.
he grabs two water bottles, hands you one, and sits beside you with a quiet thump. the room is dim except for the corner lamps. the mirrors reflect the two of you sitting close, close enough that your shoulders nearly touch.
you sip your water, breathing slowly. his knee bounces slightlyânever a good sign. juhoon only fidgets like that when somethingâs bothering him.
âyouâre thinking too loud,â you say.
he laughs once under his breath, but it sounds nervous. âi⊠yeah.â
âabout what?â
he doesnât answer at first. his fingers tap the label on his bottle, rhythm uneven. you watch him from the mirror, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way he keeps inhaling like heâs trying to steady himself.
finally, he says, âthe scandal. dispatch. all of it.â
you look down. âiâm sorry. i know it stressed you out.â
âiâm not stressed because of you,â he says immediately, turning toward you. ânever because of you.â
your chest tightens a little. âbut your life got harder because of me.â
âno,â he says again, gentle but firm. âmy life got harder because people pay attention. not because of you.â
you swallow, fingers twisting in the edge of your sweatshirt.
thereâs a long stretch of silence where the practice room hums faintly with the air conditioner. juhoonâs gaze drops to the floor. yours follows.
then he speaks againâquieter this time.
âdo you ever think about why they assumed we were dating?â
you look up, startled. ââŠbecause fans ship everyone?â
he shakes his head slowly. âno. they saw the way i look at you.â
something stops in your chest.
juhoonâs voice is soft. so soft. like heâs confessing something to the moon, not to you.
âthey saw things i was trying to hide,â he continues, fingers wringing lightly. âand i thought i was doing a good job. keeping it quiet. keeping it small. but i guess people notice.â
you donât breathe.
juhoon presses his lips together, searching for the right words.
âi⊠care about you,â he says finally. âmore than iâm supposed to.â
your heartbeat is loud in your earsâtoo loud.
he keeps his eyes on the floor, because juhoon always gets shy when heâs honest. âi tried to ignore it. i really did. i didnât want to mess up your career, or the group, or anything. i told myself it was just us being close. or that i was just being protective.â
he exhales slowly. shakily.
âbut when dispatch dropped those photos, the only thing i felt was⊠scared. not because i didnât want people to find out, but because i didnât want you to get hurt. i didnât want people talking about you like that. you didnât deserve it.â
your throat feels tight. âjuhoonâŠâ
âand after that, i kept thinking,â he continues, voice trembling slightly. âif iâm so worried about you, if i like being around you this much, if i feel better every time we talk, every time we just sit next to each other and say nothingâŠâ he pauses. ââŠthen maybe iâm not pretending very well.â
you blink rapidly, overwhelmed.
âand i donât want to pretend anymore,â he whispers.
his hands are shaking slightly in his lap.
you inhale shakily, because your heart is doing this soft, aching thing itâs never done before.
ââŠi thought it was just me,â you say quietly.
his head snaps upâeyes wide, hopeful, terrified all at once. âyouâŠ?â
âi thought i was imagining it,â you admit. âthat the way you always checked on me, or stayed behind to practice with me, or waited outside the dorm for me when we finished late⊠i thought you were just being nice. i didnât want to assume anything.â
a tiny, breathless laugh escapes him. âyouâre literally the one person i canât âjust be niceâ to.â
you look at each otherâreally lookâand the room feels warmer than before.
juhoon rubs his palms on his pants, nervous. âso⊠what do we do? i meanâweâre young, weâre idols, the company would freak out if weââ
âwe donât have to do anything,â you say gently. âwe donât have to date. or announce anything. or change anything. we can just⊠be honest.â
he lets out a long, quiet breath. âiâd like that.â
you scoot a little closer without even thinking. your shoulder brushes his.
juhoonâs breath catchesâbut he doesnât pull away.
you lean your head on his shoulder. âi like you, juhoon.â
his whole body goes still.
then,
very, very softlyâ
you feel his head tilt until it rests lightly on top of yours.
âi like you too,â he says. âprobably more than is smart.â
you laugh quietly. âme too.â
he hesitates for a moment, then wraps his arm around your back in a light, protective hugânothing dramatic, nothing romantic in a flashy way. just warm. gentle. safe.
you close your eyes.
for the first time since the rumors, since the dispatch photos, since everythingâ
you feel calm.
quiet.
like things make sense.
juhoonâs voice rumbles against your hair. âwe can take it slow. really slow. and no one has to know. not yet.â
âokay,â you whisper.
âand if it ever gets too hard⊠tell me. iâll protect you.â
you smile into his shoulder. âyou always do.â
the practice room stays silent after thatâtwo teens sitting together in the soft glow of the corner lights, holding something fragile and new between them.
