( syn. ) juhoon knows how to keep a secret. his only exception? how down bad he is for his favourite niche pop star 🤨🤨
( tags ) smau ⋆ fanboy&&idol ! juhoon x girlset’s 5th mem. ! reader ⋆ featuring members of CORTIS && GIRLSET ⋆ crack ⋆ fluff ⋆ includes swearing
#🫖: it’s so easy to write martin as embarrassingly in love we must get juhoon onto this agenda too 😛 also girlset has like 3 songs so i had to help them out a bit 💀💀
It’s 3AM, and the studio smells like cold coffee and exhaustion.
Martin is slumped over his laptop with his elbows propped up under his chin, holding up his head like it weighs a ton. His body looks limp and fragile. He’s tired; you can see it in the way his body threatens to stop holding itself up.
The track he’s been working on endlessly repeats for the tenth time, a certain beat hitting a little too hard against his temples. He closes his eyes, furrows his brows into his hairline and lets a sigh out, the type of sigh that starts low in his chest, a slow build of air that slowly escapes.
He plays it again, and again.
He plays it so many times his head ends up fully in his hands, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
You approach quietly, because you know what Martin is like, if you try and confront him head on, he plasters a smile on his face and just says he’s fine.
But you know he’s not fine.
“Tini,” You say softly, wrapping your arms warmly around his shoulders from behind his chair. “You should take a break.”
He lets out a small, hollow chuckle. “I’m good, just finishing up, i’ll be 10 minutes.”
Your heart aches, like it’s being split straight down the middle with a saw. You know he’s overworking himself, but you also know he’s too stubborn to give up. You tighten your grip around him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He’s warm.
Martin overworks himself a lot, even if he denies it, you know that he does. He skips meals, misses out on sleep and locks himself inside until he’s satisfied with what he’s made. And even when he is satisfied, he will continue to listen to what he’s created over and over just in case.
“Martin, just let yourself relax for once.” You sigh against his ear.
You bury yourself in his scent, shaking your head against him.
That small gesture makes him pause. He spins his chair round, forcing you to let go of the grasp you have around him. But now, he’s looking directly at you. And the moment you make eye contact, you realise his condition is worse than you thought. His eyes are bloodshot, dark circles so bad you could mistake him for a vampire. You can’t help but notice his complexion too, he looks drained almost ghastly. His jaw is clenched tightly, like he’s been holding every single bit of stress in.
He exhales, but it comes out shaky.
“You know I can’t,” He says, voice low, like he’s afraid saying it out loud will make it come true. “The album, my schedule, the rest of the guys, everything and everyone is counting on me,” He weakly leans his head on your chest, grabbing you lightly by the hips. “What if I can’t be what everyone needs? What if i’m not a good leader, producer, boyfriend, not good at anything?”
How could he say that?
This was the love of your life, and he’s saying these things about himself. It made your chest twist with guilt, all you wanted to do was to lift just a single burden off of his shoulders, he didn’t deserve all this pressure. He’s too young.
You raise your hands up to his head, softly ruffling his hair between your fingertips.
“Hey,” You whisper, patting his head. “Look at me.”
And so he does, reluctantly, but he does.
“You’re not messing anything up ,Tini. You’re amazing. You are part of the reason why you have this amazing life and group. You care too much about everyone, don’t do this to yourself.”
His eyes ever so slightly begin to glaze over, a light film of tears covering his tired pupils. “That’s the problem,” He says, voice breaking. “It’s so hard having to be perfect for everyone.”
You can see him fighting the tears back, trying to swallow it back down.
“You don’t have to be perfect for anyone, especially me. Just be yourself, that’s more than I could have ever asked for in life,” You move your hands down, rubbing his shoulders. “I promise.”
He stands up weakly out of his chair, towering over you. Out of nowhere, he recklessly throws his arms around you, collapsing into you like you’re the only thing in the world that can hold him up.
“I’m scared i’ll let you down.” He mumbles against your hair.
“You won’t,” You whisper into his chest. “You’re my everything, it’s impossible for you to let me down. If anything, I’ll be the one to let you down.”
He rests his chin delicately on the apex of your head. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t ever say that.” You pull back just enough to look up at him, shooting him a hurt look. “I love you, even when you’re the sleep deprived, dramatic, 3AM Martin.”
That gets a choked out laugh out of him.
Yet through the laughter, a solemn tear rolls down his cheek; a tear that threatens to escapes.
“Oh, Tini.” You sigh.
This time, you pull him in, gripping your arms tightly around his waist. You plant your head on his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat thumping against your ear. Even his heart sounds tired.
He strokes the back of your head in careful strokes, like he’s scared of damaging you.
“I’ll be okay, i’m okay,” He sniffles. “I’ll always be okay if i’m with you.”
“Martin you know i’ll always be here, but I need you to know when to stop too. I can’t stand seeing you overwork yourself to exhaustion like this. I know you’re not alright.”
His heartbeat rises.
“I’ll do my best for us, okay?” Martin mutters.
“I’m only okay if you’re okay too,” You reply. “So don’t push yourself this hard.”
“I’m scared if I don’t, I’ll fail. I’ll fail at everything, what’s the point of being a leader if I can’t even take care of myself?”
“You’ve been given this role because you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, you take care of everyone, and that’s something not a lot of people can do. That’s why you’re so loved, your fans love you, your members love you, I love you.”
He looks up, refusing to look at the precious being he was holding as if one glance would break him completely. And for a while, his eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, blinking fast, like he could blink away the sting in his eyes before it all spilled. You could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each inhale slow and measured yet every exhale shaky at the edges. He holds the pain in his chest.
“Do you think I have what it takes?” He asks weakly.
With all the courage he has in him, he looks down at you.
You reach up on your tiptoes, taking his head in your hands, brushing his cheek delicately. Martin leans into your touch like he’d forgotten how to breathe and you were the only source of air. A sound comes from his throat - raw and fragile, his words threatening to not come out.
“You have more than what it takes,” you reply whilst stroking his warm cheeks. “I see the way you stay up late, perfecting these songs, I see the way you take the blame when things go wrong, I see you. I see all of you.”
A delicate smile broke through despite his stress, it was shaky and crooked but it was real. A real, genuine smile from Martin.
“I love you.” He says.
“I love you too.”
Slowly, he crouches over and leaves a gentle, soft kiss on your forehead. And just through his kiss, you can tell he means every word he says. This boy loves you more than anything, and you can feel it too.
“Thank you, for seeing me.”
You promise to always see him, every single part of him.
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your boyfriend thinks there’s no such thing as too close.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── kim juhoon , f reader.
wc: 0,65k
a/n: hi sweethearts ♡ hoping everyone is having a beautiful day !! please remember to eat something and rest well <33, i finally managed to finish this fic thank you so much for all the love and support, it always means the world to me. i hope you enjoy reading ₊˚⊹ ᰔ kisses 🪽
The couch is already warm from the two of you being pressed together for what feels like hours, the kind of lazy afternoon where neither of you bothered to move far enough to even consider standing up. Juhoon is unusually clingy today, even for him, and that alone says a lot.
He’s practically attached to you, arms locked firmly around your waist, his body half draped over yours as if letting go isn’t even an option his mind is willing to process. Every time you shift even slightly, he follows immediately, tightening his hold without thinking.
“You’re even worse than usual today,” you murmur, trying to sound annoyed, but it comes out soft instead.
He doesn’t answer properly. Instead, he pulls you closer again, burying his face into the side of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, steady but a little uneven, and you can feel how completely relaxed he is like this, even if he refuses to admit it.
“Don’t leave any time soon,” he says quietly, the words muffled against your skin, almost hesitant in a way that doesn’t match his usual confidence.
That makes you pause. Then you smile a little to yourself, fingers sliding up to the back of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Juhoon.”
He hums like he doesn’t fully believe you, but his grip doesn’t loosen. If anything, it gets tighter. Like he’s trying to physically make sure you stay.
Your hands start to play with his hair slowly, running through it in an absent, calming rhythm. He relaxes instantly under your touch, shoulders dropping as if he’s been holding tension there all day without you noticing. You feel his breath shift against your neck, slower now.
“You’re really comfortable like this,” you whisper.
“Mm,” he replies, which is not a word but somehow still an answer.
He shifts again, pulling you even closer, like he’s testing how far he can go before you protest.
You let out a small laugh. “We’re going to suffocate if you keep doing that.”
That earns you a quiet laugh from him, low and close to your shoulder, the sound vibrating through you more than you expect. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, lingering just for a second before lifting his head slightly. His eyes meet yours for a moment, soft and unreadable in that way that always makes your heart trip over itself.
“Hi,” you say, smiling without thinking.
That seems to be enough for him. He leans in and kisses you properly, slow and warm, like he’s been waiting for that exact moment without realizing it. You melt into it instinctively, your hand still resting at the back of his neck. You love the way he kisses you, even if you would never say it out loud. It’s too easy to give him that satisfaction.
When he pulls back, he doesn’t go far. He never really does.
Your fingers find his hair again, and this time you start messing with it properly, separating strands and pushing them into different directions as if you’re experimenting. “Oou babe, this would actually suit you,” you say, trying to sound serious but failing as you laugh.
You push most of his hair dramatically to the right side, creating the silliest hairstyle imaginable, and tilt your head to admire your work.
“There,” you say proudly. “New look.”
Juhoon looks at you for a moment and instead of complaining, he just smiles. That soft, fond smile that always catches you off guard.
“You’re so adorable,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious truth in the world.
Before you can even respond, he lowers his head again, resting it right back into the curve of your neck like he belongs there. His arms tighten around your waist again, settling into you completely as if the conversation is over and this is where he intends to stay.
⟡⠀⠀⠀ׅ⠀ 𝑖dol!𝑗uhoon 𝑥 𝑠hy!𝑟eader ❤︎ est. relationship 𓈒 clueless juhoon 𓈒 fluff 𓈒 hand holding 𓈒 drabble
⬞ ׄ 𓋜 𝑟eq 𝑓rom 𝑎non ℎere !
you loved juhoon so much.
he was so easy going and loving, he always made you feel like the only girl in the world.
but like every other idol, he was busy.
busy with making songs, hectic schedules, and comeback planning.
you didn’t think it’d bother you so much until he debuted and seeing him became 10 times harder.
this wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so clingy.
not in a bad way, of course.
just loved being around him, he brought you peace.
you didn’t act on it, though.
you didn’t want to be that clingy and annoying girlfriend that their boyfriends told “horror stories” about.
although juhoon isn’t that type of guy, you were still cautious.
today was different, though.
he finally got a day off and decided to spend it all with you.
you’re currently walking around lotte mart, looking around.
he wasn’t holding your hands, he was holding your shopping bags but that wasn’t enough for you.
you needed to feel his warm hand around yours but you were too scared to tell him.
you didn’t try to reach out or even brush the back of his hand with your fingers.
you debate on telling him but he’s too focused on walking to the next store.
so instead of doing anything about it, you’re glued to his side.
“what store do you wanna go to now?” he asks after a bit of walking.
bless his heart for putting you first on his day off.
“could we go to a cafe? i’m starving,” you suggest.
you aren’t starving for food, you’re starving for his touch and attention.
he nods and starts walking in the direction of the nearest cafe which so happens to be your favorite.
once there, you both go to the counter and order your drinks.
“you can also get a pastry,” he makes a gesture with his hand as if to say ‘go ahead’.
he knows you love those slices of vanilla cake with strawberries in the middle and top.
after you’re done, he finds a table for you guys to sit at.
he places your shopping bags in the floor beside the table.
after a minute or so, he reaches for your hand across the table and holds it.
his rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.
all while looking out the window like this is normal.
it should feel normal but to you, this is so special.
you always get so happy and shy when he holds you, it doesn’t matter what way.
he looks over at you and notices you blushing.
“why are you blushing?” he asks, somehow genuinely confused.
“i love it when you hold my hand…” you whisper, avoiding his eyes.
you leans over and kisses the spot his thumb was rubbing over.
oh how he loves his adorably shy girlfriend.
♡ ̲ׄ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ⠀ ⠀choco’s notes : idk why but i had a somewhat hard time writing this for some reason… it’s not my best work but i hope you guys enjoyed!! (✿◠‿◠)
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syn. it's hard for your boyfriend to stay focused when you taste like that. wc 1.1k
back to series...
keukeu-note 🥥 ik the synopsis sounds sketchy as hell but... it is all sfw. hes just a lil' shit.
“you’re not allowed to laugh at me during this.”
juhoon looked up from where he’d been laying upside down across your bed, one arm hanging dramatically off the side. “that’s a crazy condition to start with.”
“i’m serious.”
“that usually means i’m about to witness something embarrassing.”
you narrowed your eyes while adjusting your phone against the stack of books on your desk. “for you, maybe.”
“oh?” he sat up slightly at that, interest immediately sparked. “exciting.”
that should’ve been your first warning.
you crossed your legs on the bed beside him before pulling several chapsticks from your hoodie pocket and dropping them into the blanket between you.
juhoon blinked down at them once.
then slowly looked back up at you.
“…why do you carry this many around like emergency supplies?”
“because i lose them.”
“...irresponsible.”
“focus.”
his mouth twitched immediately. “yes ma’am.”
you ignored the stupid grin on his face and explained the challenge anyway. by the end of it, he was already leaning back against the wall behind your bed looking unbearably confident.
“that’s it?” he asked.
“what do you mean ‘that’s it’?”
“easy.” he nudged your knee lazily with his foot. “i’ll get every single one.”
“you literally think you’re good at everything.”
“because i usually am.”
“you’re so annoying.”
“you still keep wanting me here,” he said lightly.
you looked away before he could notice you reacting. unfortunately, noticing that only seemed to make him more smug.
“okay,” you said quickly before he could say something worse. “close your eyes.”
“already bossing me around.”
still, he listened.
you stared at him for a second after his eyes shut. his head tilted back slightly against the wall, hair falling away from his forehead just enough to make him look unfairly relaxed about this entire situation.
which was irritating, honestly.
you grabbed one of the chapsticks quickly before you could overthink it.
vanilla. should be simple enough.
you applied it carefully, trying very hard not to think about what was about to happen. which was difficult considering juhoon looked way too comfortable sitting there waiting for you to kiss him for content.
“done?” he asked without opening his eyes.
“yeah.”
his eyes opened immediately. and the second they landed on your mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly like he’d just remembered this involved kissing you. subtle. but enough to make it harder to hold eye contact.
“…what?” you asked cautiously.
the corner of his mouth lifted. “nothing.”
liar.
you opened your mouth to call him out on it, but he leaned forward first.
casual. completely confident. like he genuinely expected this to be easy.
then he kissed you.
and immediately forgot the challenge existed.
because the kiss was supposed to be quick.
instead, halfway through, juhoon just… stopped.
not pulling away. not moving.
just lingering there for one weirdly quiet second like his brain had suddenly disconnected.
your heartbeat stumbled instantly.
when he finally opened his eyes again, he was still way too close.
“…well?” you asked softly.
his gaze flicked down toward your mouth again before slowly returning to your eyes.
“give me a second.”
you blinked. “what do you mean give you a sec—”
he kissed you again before you could finish.
this one lasted longer.
not dramatically. just enough that by the time he pulled back, your face already felt warm.
juhoon stared at you for another second afterward like he was still trying to process something.
“…okay,” he murmured slowly. “wait.”
you narrowed your eyes immediately. “you don’t know it.”
“i do.”
“you literally sound confused.”
“i’m thinking.”
“you’re stalling.”
he leaned in so automatically it almost felt unconscious, like his body had already decided another kiss was happening before his brain caught up.
“one more.”
your jaw dropped slightly. “you don’t get unlimited tries.”
"i’m clearly onto something here.”
“you are literally cheating.”
“no. cheating would be googling.”
then he kissed you again before you could argue back.
your fingers tightened automatically in the sleeve of his hoodie at the sudden warmth of it, and the quiet sound he made against your mouth nearly killed you on the spot.
because now he looked distracted. actually distracted.
like somewhere between the second and third kiss, he’d completely stopped pretending this was about chapstick anymore.
which became painfully obvious when he pulled back only barely this time, eyes still half-lidded.
“…juhoon.”
“hold on,” he murmured.
“you still haven’t guessed.”
“i know.”
“then why do you keep kissing me?”
that finally got a reaction out of him.
his ears turned slightly pink before his mouth twitched upward. “you keep distracting me halfway through.”
you stared at him flatly. “you’re unbelievable.”
“probably.”
the worst part was that he still looked entirely too calm saying it, despite the fact that his hand had unconsciously tightened slightly around your knee.
like he was grounding himself there without realizing.
your grip tightened instinctively on his hoodie sleeve.
and juhoon definitely noticed. because suddenly he was smiling again.
smaller this time.
warmer.
“you’re getting shy now,” he murmured.
“you’re annoying now.”
“now?”
you rolled your eyes, but it lost all effect when he leaned in again.
slower this time.
like he wasn’t even pretending to care about the challenge anymore.
by the time he finally pulled away properly, you were staring at him in disbelief while he looked suspiciously pleased with himself.
“…you forgot the flavor, didn’t you?”
silence.
then:
“…maybe.”
you groaned immediately. “juhoon.”
“in my defense,” he said, laughing quietly now, “you’re really distracting.”
your entire face burned.
“that is not a real excuse.”
“felt real to me.”
you shoved his shoulder while he grinned at you completely unapologetically.
then, after a second:
“…wait, was it vanilla?”
you blinked. “you’re guessing now?”
“am i right?”
“…yeah.”
his grin widened instantly. “see? i told you i’d get it.”
“after like six business days.”
“research takes time.”
from somewhere outside your bedroom door, a voice yelled:
“ARE YOU TWO ACTUALLY DOING THAT STUPID CHAPSTICK THING?”
both of you froze.
then juhoon leaned closer again immediately.
“ignore him,” he whispered.
your eyes narrowed. “you just want another excuse.”
“…correct.”
final score: 1/- (he stopped guessing.)
time taken: genuinely concerning…
COMMENTS (17)
james: this looked less like a challenge and more like interruption of private moments
↳ yn: get out
↳ james: no
martin: WHY WAS HE BUFFERING AFTER EVERY KISS 😭
↳ keonho: bro had to reconnect to server
seonghyeon: “give me a second” HE WAS LITERALLY JUST KISSING U???
↳ juhoon: concentration is important
↳ seonghyeon: you forgot the flavor
keonho: “research” ur disgusting btw
↳ martin: physically gagged actually
james: “you’re distracting” was crazy work actually
↳ juhoon: thank you
↳ james: that was not praise
yn: all of u are insufferable
↳ juhoon: but you like one of us extra
↳ yn: deleting this comment soon
↳ juhoon: coward
✧˚ When you both break up but he knows where to find you.
synopsis: The boys will do anything to get you back…like ANYTHING
˚⋆cortis x reader
notes: the only reason james has more images is cus of the tweet threads 💔💔 also i hate this 30 img limit cus wtf ++ 4 obv reasons the uber ss is NOT real and is js a random one from google along w most others— i’ve only edited it to add text & img
