¡Hola! No sé si estás recibiendo peticiones, pero si es así, podrías escribir otro fanfic de Keonho como ídolo x lectora que pertenece a un grupo de chicas de la misma compañía?? No sé, jeje. La verdad es que me gustó mucho cómo escribes. Si lo haces, ¡muchas gracias de antemano!
MY GIRLFRIEND LIKES THAT TOO - Keonho [CORTIS]
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Warnings: Fluff • Secret relationship • Idol AU • Accidental reveal • Member teasing • Soft romance
Word Count: ~901 words
Author's note: Baby we two distant strangers i know you don't speak my language but I love the way she's talking to me~ I translated your text and tried to do my best....I hope you enjoy this one😭💅
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Keonho was usually good at livestreams.
Surprisingly good, actually.
Even when the comments moved too fast to read, even when the members distracted him every five seconds, he somehow always managed to stay calm in front of the camera.
Which was why this was entirely his own fault.
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm room, halfway through removing your makeup after schedules, when your phone suddenly exploded with notifications.
At first, you ignored it.
Then it kept vibrating.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Your stomach dropped instantly.
Only one thing caused this many notifications at once. SCANDALS AND RUMORS~
You grabbed your phone quickly and opened the messages.
The first thing you saw was from your groupmate.
OH MY GOD???
Followed immediately by:
multiple screaming texts,
seventeen missed calls,
and approximately forty clips from fans.
Your heart stopped.
You clicked the first video.
And there he was.
Keonho.
Very visibly frozen mid-livestream.
You covered your mouth instantly.
“Oh no.”
Apparently, the livestream had started completely normal.
Keonho was alone in CORTIS’s practice room after schedules, talking casually with fans while eating snacks and complaining about how tired he was.
The members occasionally passed by in the background yelling random things, but otherwise, everything was fine.
Until someone commented:
“What’s your favorite late-night snack lately?”
Keonho answered without thinking.
“My girlfriend likes buying those strawberry yogurts, so I’ve been eating those a lot recently—”
Silence.
Complete silence.
The second the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in horror.
In the clip, you could literally see the exact moment his soul left his body.
He froze.
The comments froze.
Even the members in the background froze.
Then Martin’s voice suddenly yelled from somewhere off camera:
“YOUR WHAT?”
The livestream ended immediately after that.
You were still staring at the clips in shock when your phone rang.
Keonho.
You answered instantly.
“…Hello?”
Silence.
Then:
“I think I ruined my career.”
You burst out laughing immediately.
“Keonho.”
“I’m serious.”
“You sound like you’re about to cry.”
“Because I accidentally exposed us to millions of people.”
“You said one sentence.”
“A devastating sentence.”
You laughed harder as he groaned dramatically on the other side of the phone.
“I didn’t even realize what I said until Martin screamed.”
“Honestly? That’s the funniest part.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It kind of is.”
He sighed deeply.
Then quieter:
“…Are you mad?”
The question softened you instantly.
Because underneath all the dramatics, he genuinely sounded worried.
You leaned back against your bed.
“No.”
“Really?”
“You didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I know, but—”
“And honestly,” you admitted quietly, “there are worse ways people could’ve found out.”
Silence.
Then softly:
“So you’re not upset?”
You smiled a little.
“No.”
The relief in his voice was immediate.
“Oh thank god.”
You could practically picture him slumping against the wall right now.
A few seconds passed before he suddenly groaned again.
“Martin won’t stop laughing at me.”
“As he should.”
“He replayed the clip in slow motion.”
You snorted.
“Wait until your fans start editing sad violin music over it.”
“Don’t say that.”
Too late.
It had already started.
By morning, the clip was everywhere.
Every social media platform. Every fan account. Every gossip page.
And somehow…
people found it adorable.
Fans were mostly losing their minds over how naturally the word slipped out.
Like he was so used to calling you his girlfriend that he forgot it was supposed to be a secret.
Which, honestly, was exactly what happened.
You were scrolling through reactions while sitting backstage for schedules when someone suddenly knocked lightly on your dressing room door.
Before you could answer, Keonho slipped inside wearing a hoodie and sunglasses like he was escaping the government.
You stared at him.
“…You look suspicious.”
“I’m hiding.”
“From who?”
“Everyone.”
You laughed softly while he immediately walked over and dropped dramatically into the chair beside you.
The second you looked at him properly, you noticed how red his ears still were.
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “You’re still embarrassed.”
“I’m never speaking again.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“I exposed our relationship to the entire internet.”
“You called me your girlfriend.”
“TO MILLIONS OF PEOPLE.”
You tried not to smile.
Failed horribly.
Keonho noticed immediately.
“You think this is funny too.”
“A little.”
He groaned and buried his face against your shoulder while you laughed quietly.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Then softly against your shoulder:
“…You really aren’t upset?”
Your expression softened immediately.
You turned slightly, fingers brushing through his hair carefully.
“No,” you repeated quietly.
Keonho looked up slowly.
“Why?”
The question caught you off guard.
“Because…” You smiled faintly. “I liked hearing you say it.”
His entire face turned red instantly.
“Oh.”
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“Stop making this worse.”
“You literally called me your girlfriend in front of the whole world.”
“Accidentally.”
“Still counts.”
Keonho stared at you for a second before laughing quietly under his breath.
Then, very softly:
“Well… you are.”
Your heart melted a little.
Outside the dressing room, somebody suddenly yelled his name down the hallway.
Probably staff looking for him.
It was time for your group to perform, but your members didn't call you looking at the situation. Neither of you moved immediately.
Keonho’s hand slowly found yours instead, fingers intertwining naturally.
This time, neither of you pulled away.
And honestly?
Maybe being secretive all the time had become exhausting anyway.
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THE END~~
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