( 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.
⟡⠀⠀⠀ׅ⠀ 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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martin treats you gently in ways that don't draw attention to themselves. he'd quietly move you to the inside of the sidewalk, switch drinks with you if yours didn't taste the way you expected, or pull your sleeves over your hands whenever they slipped up your wrists. by the time you notice, he's already doing something else.
whenever you stop to admire something, he never rushes you. he'd simply wait beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, listening as though your excitement is the most important part of his day.
JAMES
james believes princess treatment means making you laugh before anything else. no matter how stressful the day had been, he'd somehow find a way to pull a smile out of you, insisting that seeing you laugh was worth embarrassing himself for.
he loves taking candid photos of you not the posed ones ⎯ the moments where you're laughing halfway through a sentence or looking at something with that sparkle in your eyes.
JUHOON
juhoon rarely asks if you need help because he's already notices before you'd do. he'd quietly untangle your necklace, refill your water while you're distracted, or remember exactly where you left off whenever you forgot the story you were telling.
he has this habit of handing the nicer looking piece without thinking. the crispier fry, the prettier pastry, the slice with more toppings. only when someone points it out does he realize he's been doing it all along.
SEONGHYEON
seonghyeon has never been shy about loving you. he'd naturally reach for your hand whenever the two of you walked together, pull you into his side whenever you stood close enough, or absentmindedly play with your fingers while the two of you talked. to him affection has never been something worth holding back ⎯ it simply comes out as naturally as breathing.
he'd always find some excuses to have you close. whether it's resting his chin on your shoulder while you scroll through you phone or quietly wrapping an arm around you waist just because he can, he'd smile as if being near you is his favorite place to be.
KEONHO
keonho somehow has the ability to make you forget whatever had been bothering you. he'd drag you into the most random conversations, convince you to stop by a convenience store at midnight or challenge you to weird games until you were laughing so hard you'd forgotten why you were upset in the first place.
he'd act like the biggest kid whenever the two of you were together, yet somehow become surprisingly reliable the moment it mattered. before you even realized you needed help, he'd already be standing beside you with a quiet, "i've got it."
☆.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.
Housemate! (김주훈) Kim Juhoon x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH - You couldn't hide your desire to kiss your cute housemate's soft lips after you got home from a drunk hangout.
Wc: 1,8k
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol.
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The world feels like it's walking.
You were trying so hard to keep your feet on the ground as you swayed left and right, the streetlamps were unusually attacking your eyes with their obnoxious brightness as you tried to keep them open.
It was supposed to be a usual hangout. Going out with James to meet some old friends, grab some coffee, chat here and there, catching up with each other's lives. But then one of your friends thinks it's a great idea to go to karaoke and be drunk.
The problem is, you have a very low tolerance for alcohol. Yet you didn't want to miss the fun and went for it, even though James had already whined and told you that it's going to be a pain in the ass bringing you home.
He was right. Here you are now, trying so hard to walk on your own refusing to be helped by him, proving his point.
"That's not the right way Y/n!"
You were walking way ahead of him, already turning the wrong way going into a dark alleyway. Now, we wouldn't want you to be killed by a random psychopath who's probably hiding in that dark alley right? James immediately ran to you, dragging your body to the right way as he held his phone with one hand, trying to order a Taxi to get you back home.
He sighs at your state right now. Your once curled hair had already turned into what looks like a bird nest, your lipstick is smudged from all the drinks you had, and your eyes are half lidded, trying to avoid all the lights on the street.
James calls Juhoon to make sure he gets you when James brings you home, at least you’ll get taken care of before you destroy the apartment.
"Yo dude, we're heading home right now. Please wait at the door for us... She's talking to the wall right now..." He sighs once again, running his hand through his brown locks, looking at your dumb ass.
You were having a full conversation with the wall, with hand gestures too as if it were answering all your questions. Well, the wall has a duck graffiti on it, so you were probably trying to 'talk' to the duck, asking it to go home with you.
When the Taxi finally arrived, James once again dragged your smaller frame into the car. And of course you didn't want to leave the 'duck' alone in the street.
"But that duck doesn't have a home... I have to bring it home!" Your words were slurred, already crying since the car left that duck.
"That duck couldn't even open its mouth Y/n. You know what, save the duck conversation for Juhoon." James is already tired of your antics, he's just trying to have a quiet drive bringing you home.
But you keep blabbering about shits he couldn't even comprehend anymore, he's having a pounding headache from the alcohol, and from you already.
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By the time you arrived at your apartment building, you were still blabbering about that duck, saying something about blaming James if you found the duck dead by the morning.
James didn't have enough energy to even say a word to you, all of his energy was used to drag you to your unit faster so he wouldn't deal with the drunk you anymore. And yes, you are super annoying when you're drunk, which is kinda rare. But still, the members would avoid you from touching any alcoholic drink due to how hard you are to deal with, and tonight, James failed to keep you away from it.
James sighs in content as he arrives in front of your unit, keeping you standing still with one of his hands as he presses the bell with the other.
Your head feels heavy, and your body feels so light. It's so unbalanced that your head is lolling from side to side.
Juhoon finally opens the door, finding you in a concerning state.
"God. Take her now please." James whined as he shoved you, who were still talking about that duck all over again.
Juhoon caught you before you could plant your face into the floor, keeping you steady in his embrace. He runs his hand through your messy locks, searching for your eyes who is unfocused.
"I got her. Thanks for bringing her home James."
James nods tiredly, waving Juhoon goodbye as he walks down the corridor heading back to his own apartment.
Juhoon closes the door with his foot, his hands steadying you. Your head is resting on his shoulder, while of course complaining about the duck back at that wall.
"It's going to die alone there... and I will be held accountable for it." You whined on his shoulder.
"No you're not Y/n. C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You lift your head to look at him, squinting your eyes as if trying to recognize something. He stared back at you trying to figure out what you're trying to do.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or what, but he looks so ethereal right now that you couldn't take your eyes off him, the lights hit him in every right spot, enhancing his features. You look deeply into his eyes, then slowly down to his plump lips.
Juhoon walked you to your room, helping you to get into bed. You were quiet the whole time, you didn't even make a sound nor talking about the duck anymore. But your eyes are always on him as he grabs your makeup remover from your vanity.
He sat next to you with cotton pads and micellar water in his hand, then his hand found your cheeks as he started to gently remove the smudged makeup on your face.
You are mesmerized, his face is inches from you, eyes focused on searching for any makeup left on your face as his hands gently work with your face.
Then once again, your eyes caught his lips.
"You... You have pretty lips Jju..." You slurred
Juhoon looks at you, stopping his every movement. The tips of his ears are faintly red, and he can feel his blood running up to his face. He didn't say anything as he continued to clean your face.
"Like, you know those K-drama people, they have this... super kissable lips. I think yours too." You blabbered, eyes locked on his lips.
Your pointer finger reaches up to his lips and pokes it, feeling how soft it is on your finger.
"It makes anyone want to kiss it, you know.." You continue.
Juhoon is beyond flustered, blinking his eyes as he looks at your eyes, realizing you had been staring at his lips the whole time.
The thought of you wanting to kiss him makes him giddy. He had always had feelings for you, even before you became his housemate, but he was too shy. You are a lively person, an explosion of emotions. He truly adores you for that, as he was the opposite. He is a reserved person, the one who calmly observes his surroundings.
He likes observing you, your cheerful demeanor makes him feel your happiness whenever you're with him. Your clumsiness is cute in his eyes, you couldn't hold your phone for ten seconds without dropping it. And seeing you drunk actually is one of his favorites, you are so unfiltered when you're drunk. Just like right now, you basically just confessed that you wanted to kiss him, and he can't help but desperately want to do the same to you.
"You want to kiss it?"
His voice hushed, he has stopped cleaning your face since you said that. He looks deeply into your drunken haze, trying to find the sincerity in your words.
You unconsciously nod, looking up into his eyes with desperation as you bite your lips, trying to hold back the urge to kiss him immediately without his approval.
Juhoon smiled softly. He puts aside the cotton pads to hold your face properly. His face got even closer to yours intentionally so that your noses almost touch. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips, making it even more unbearable to hold back.
"Then kiss it."
He said that like it's nothing as he caressed your cheeks with his thumb.
You were frozen in place, too shocked to do anything. And before you could comprehend it, he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It's such a soft kiss, melting you into him.
He pulls back too quickly. You want more, his lips already got you addicted to it.
"Do it again." You say, eyes looking straight at his, glancing at his lips once in a while begging for more.
Juhoon chuckled. His hands finds it way to your waist, pulling your body flush to his. His lips ghosting yours as his hands move underneath your shirt, caressing your skin.
He kisses you again. This time he moves his lips slowly, feeling every bit of your lips. Your hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. You didn't hold back, you were devouring him. He tastes like vanilla and mint, just like how you imagined he'd taste.
He pushed you into the mattress, lips never leaving yours as he positioned himself on top of you, deepening the kiss even more. His hand captures yours, locking both of them on top of your head.
The kiss was rough, like he's been desperately waiting for this moment. He explores your mouth like his life depends on it. He feels euphoria throughout his body, wanting you more and more each second.
The two of you are out of breath when you separate. His eyes look drunk even though he's not the one who's been drinking. His hand still locked yours in place as he deeply stared at your drunken haze. You look pretty with messy hair and wet lips under him, he just can't get enough of you.
You were whining when he pulled back, asking for more of his soft, plump lips.
But he knew you were still half drunk, he wanted to kiss you when you were completely sober, feeling each other's lips up while being fully aware of it.
"Okay, you better get some sleep now babe." He said, already pulling away from your body, tucking you inside the blanket.
"But we can sleep later..." you whined.
Juhoon only chuckled at your attempt to make him kiss you again. He places himself next to you, covering his own body with the blanket.
"You will get unlimited kisses from me tomorrow baby. Now you have to get some rest, or you'll whine about the headache tomorrow."
He says as he pulls you closer to him, cuddling you. You melt into his touch immediately, your eyes already feel heavy with his warm touch. You placed your head on the crook of his neck, feeling his body warmth and sweet scent.
Juhoon smiled contentedly as sleep consumed both of you.
