warnings + info. use of y/n. its implied that y/n is female. Kissing, woojin being a lover boy
synopsis: Woojin can get clingy, so clingy he doesn't wanna let go.
wc: words
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▸ Disclaimer: that English is NOT my first language and that I am dyslexic.
author's note: ugh i love woojin, also not the Ryul fic I promised but I’m still working on it! This is NOT proofread cause I wrote this at 1:30am and I need sleep, so if it’s complete dookie don’t come for me - Pearl! 🫶🏻
walking into the boys dorm like you owned the please became a habit really early in your relationship with woojin, being only teens and trainees meant that you guys didn’t have a lot of approved hang out spots.
Not that you minded, the dorm be came like your second home, jay park liked you, saying you kept woojin grounded, Ohyul and Ryul calls you lil sis and Louis will half the time try to steal you away to show you something he’s been working on.
But due to it being almost 2 am caused the dorm to be a lot quieter then usual, the only sound coming from the bathroom were Louis was probably the one taking a shower.
Yelling out a quick “It’s me!” As to not get a shoe to the head cause Ryul thought you were an intruder, you start to make your way to Woojin’s room just to find the door cracked open a tiny bit.
You see your boyfriend laying on his side, almost motionless as he doom scrolled, but hearing the door open made him look up, ready to yell at whoever was trying to talk to him right now.
But seeing you at the door made him light up, a soft smile made its way to his face as he pushed himself up with his hand flat on the mattress behind him.
“You’re here..”
He spoke softly, almost as if he could scare you off if he was too loud.
“You said you needed me, so here I am”
He stared at you for a moment, his eyes glossing over, not wanting to show it he leaned down and covered his face with his hands.
You quickly walk over, standing in between his legs that were now planted on the ground, running a gentle hand over his head and down his neck, then to his cheek then his chin, gently making him look at you.
His hands naturally found your hips, tracing small circles, your hands never leaving his cheek, your thumb caressing the apples of his cheek.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He stares at you for a second, the second feeling like a life time, the way he looked at you with so much love made you emotional, he looked at you like you’d hung the moon and the stars, like you had personally created music, like you were his reason for living.
Then he shook his head, his hands giving a little squeeze, as if to check if you were real.
“Can you stay..please?”
He looked so vulnerable, like he needed you to breathe, so how could you say no to that face.
You leaned down slightly, giving him the chance to back away if he wanted to, though woojin had never been one to reject a kiss from you.
What surprised you was how gentle and soft the kiss was, like you would brake if he kissed you faster, but from the way his hands were shaking, you knew he was the one who could brake anyway second.
Leaning away from him slightly, pushing a stray hair behind his ear, you gave him a small smile as you lean back down to give him a peck on his forehead.
“I love you Woojin.”
The silence filled the room for a moment, before you spoke again
warnings + info. cursing? use of y/n. its implied that y/n is female, Cortis x 6th member reader.
synopsis: just daily texts between you and your oh so beloved members of cortis
wc. i have no idea tbh
▸ feedback & reblogs are highly appreciated
▸ Disclaimer: that English is NOT my first language and that I am dyslexic.
author's note: first time doing one of these so i hope it's not too bad (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) this has been ROTTING in my drafts since December, so I’m gonna use it as a filler for now 😔my in box is still open! also dont look at the time stamp lol
All you could feel was the cold feeling of the balcony railing digging into the side of your arms, that and the burning in your throat and lungs
You knew what this cigarette could do to you, what it could do to your career and your health.
You weren't dumb per say, you knew the consequences, you were just bad under pressure. or stressed, whatever you wanna call it.
the soft light from the cigarette lights up the tip of your nose, a slightly golden hue.
The starting notes of Emily's song start playing in your ears, God, how you loved this song.
you loved this whole scene.
just you in your own world, watching over the city, with your music and the strong burning taste of tobacco in your lungs.
it was perfect.
almost.
A lanky finger pushes at the side of your stomach, making you jump and whip around just to see Martin's tall frame hovering over you.
His big, toothy grin fades slightly when he notices the lit cig between your fingers.
But he doesn't say anything, he just leans over the railing next to you. And he's quiet for a second, just looking out at the city lights. You can tell he's thinking of what to say.
You don't say anything either, not that you did have something to say, you just pull the cig up to your lips and take a deep breath in.
"Thought you quit."
It didn't sound like a question, though, more of a statement.
His disappointed tone was noticeable, and you knew why.
Your grandpa basically smoked himself to death, and Martin knew that. He was the one picking up the pieces of you after the fact. Everyone knew you weren't the same after.
So watching you do the same made it feel like, to him at least, that you didn't want to live anymore.
"Me too."
He turned his head to you, and you turned to look at him.
His lanky hand reached out to yours, your heart beats against your ribs, eyes shift to his lips, then his hand.
But he does something you never expected. He takes the cig from your hand and puts it to his lips.
And all you could do was stare.
Here he was, Martin, the love of your life (not that he knew that), the same boy you've loved since you met at 13, the boy you knew better than he knew himself.
smoking.
As he blew the smoke out from his lungs, a small cough followed from him and laughing from you.
He gave the cig back as he shook his head. a hand on his chest, trying to calm down from the harsh cough.
"No, nope, I still don't get it."
"...what?"
You could feel the heat from the cigarette closer to your skin, seeing it almost down to the bud, you squish it down before throwing it over the edge.
"I don't get why you smoke; it doesn't taste good."
Martin's was right.
Why did you smoke? It wasn't the taste, it wasn't the feeling, then what was it?
You look back out at the streets of Seoul, the city you now call home. In a 3-bedroom apartment with 5 guys. You think about your daily life, everything you've been through to get here.
And Martin just waited, like he always did, the way he had been since he met you at 13. The way he probably will for the rest of his life.
Martin wasn't a patient man. But for you, he knew he could and would wait.
To say he's been in love with you since you met would be an understatement. Martin truly and wholeheartedly believes you are his person. his soulmate, his missing piece, his wonderwall, his better half.
His everything.
He knew after meeting you, he could never love another. And he wanted to be your forever lover.
"I guess it calms me down."
A frown found its way to Martin's face. All he could think about was how stupid it sounded. Why did you need to smoke to calm down when he was right here?
"that's stupid.."
You turn to see an almost angry look on his face. The same boy who never got angry or annoyed at anything, not at James when he ate the last piece of chicken when Martin hadn't eaten all day, not at Seonghyeon when he couldn't get the steps right to TNT, or any song for that matter, not even when Keonho spilled coffee on his brand new shirt. So why was he so annoyed now?
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Your tone was harsh, and you could tell that he was getting more annoyed by the second, but you were stubborn and overwhelmed, so you really didn't need him to be after you, too.
He couldn't even look at you, mumbling something under his breath, and with the back of his head being the only thing you could see, he was starting to piss you off.
"What the fuck is your problem? why do you care what i do?"
that got him.
Martin could feel his blood boiling. What do you mean? Why did he care? Martin never got mad, like ever, and never ever at you, but you were starting to piss him off, too.
He turned around so fast that you were sure he pulled a muscle in his neck.
"Why I care? Why I care?? Are you serious? Are you actually being for real? Or are you just in denial? because I know you're not that stupid."
His arms were flying around, his face was turning red, and his voice was getting too loud, considering it was almost 4am, and the whole building was asleep.
You needed him to calm down before both of you got in trouble, you more than him.
"martin sto-"
"No! No, I'm not gonna stop. Y/n, I love you. And I have loved you since the day I met you. Now, I don't know if you realized or you're just being dumb, but I won't sit here and watch the love of my life slowly poison herself with that shit, because you're stressed and you think you don't have anyone in your corner, because that's complete bullshit! because I'm right here. And I have been here for the last 6 years of our lives-"
You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. You didn't even mean to cry. You didn't know why you were crying in the first place. Maybe because he was yelling, Martin has never raised his voice. You weren't scared of him. so why were you crying? maybe because you could see the tears and hurt in his eyes?
"Martin... you don't me-"
Martin looked like he was going to explode. just from 2 and a half words. How do you not get it?
Martin took a step closer.
"Don't you dare try to tell me what I feel. listen. I might be dumb sometimes, and sure, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. And I'm not sure of a lot of things. But one thing I am sure about and have been for what feels like forever is my love for you. You are everything to me, Y/n, my reason for living, my reason for music, you are the music in my heart. I love you more than words can describe, and to be honest, it's disrespectful for you to just sit there and tell me that I don't, when all I know how to do is love you."
Martin knew he shouldn't be yelling right now, but he couldn't help it. not when he's been bottling this up for years.
Martin took another step.
"I love you, Y/n. And I always will. I'm not saying you owe me anything, because you don't. I just need you to understand that you're not alone. ever. no matter what, where, or when. I will always be here for you. because I love you. And when someday I'm 6 feet under, I know my heart will still love you. Y/n. You have me for the rest of time. I promise"
He kept walking until you were so close you could hear his heart. hard and loud heart beats, echoing in your ears.
all you could do was look into his eyes, the soft brown toned ones you've grown to love. the same ones that are now glossed over with tears.
His shaking hand carefully made its way to your face, as if to not scare you away. He didn't touch your cheek right away. not until you lean into it. a shaky breath leaves both of you at the same time, for different reasons.
Slowly, your hands make their way to his waist, slowly up and around to his back before wrapping yourself around him completely. hiding in his chest as tears start to stain his shirt.
"I love you. Martin. so much."
That breaks him.
Martin wraps his whole body around you as he cries. His heart finally, after years of yearning. feels light.
as his tears fall into your hair and yours into his chest. A silent promise is shared between you two.
warnings + info. use of y/n. its implied that y/n is female. y/n has anger issues?
synopsis: when Ryul bumps into a cute girl on his run.
wc: 1086
▸ feedback & reblogs are highly appreciated
▸ Disclaimer: that English is NOT my first language and that I am dyslexic.
author's note: cooking rn. maybe ill make this into a series if the ppl want it?? inspired by the guy I met in Spain (come back bby the kids miss you) loosely inspired by "So American" by the oh so talented @lovhyeon and love adding friends to my fics @onidaelle
The burning feeling in his lungs and the cold air hitting his cheek gave this weirdly comforting feeling; it wasn't as cold as korea but the wind was not helping.
He liked London; it was his first time abroad, so he didn't really have anything to compare it to, not that he's complaining at all. He couldn't be more grateful, 2 shows in Paris and one here in London.
He was over the moon; literally, nothing could ruin his good mood, not the weather, the run, or Woojin's annoying ass.
this was what it was all about, the late nights, the headaches of writing lyrics, and the pain of exercising, all led to this, and it was perfec-
BAM
Ryul fell right on impact, and so did the person he ran into. He must have been so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't see them.
But when he looked up at the person, his brain stopped.
a curly-headed girl sitting in front of him, her eyes slightly covered for a second before she looked up at him with anger.
"Are you not gonna apologise?"
He didn't. just kept staring at her big brown eyes, her pinkish-red glossy lips, and her angry frown. He could feel his whole face turning red.
"Are you fucking deaf? Apologize!"
damn why did he like it when she yelled at him?
The spell broke when a hand came under her arm to help her up, and a soft, slightly nervous voice spoke
“Y/n I’m sure he didn’t mean it..”
He kept repeating the name; it suited her so much. A name he would surely never forget.
“Look at his dumb face, Smìrah! He’s literally just staring.”
She looked down at him. She was now standing next to her friend, and him still on the ground. God, he must look so stupid.
“Hello??? Anyone home?”
She waved a hand in front of his face.
“Y/n people are staring…”
“Omg smìrah- do u think he’s like for real slow?“
“Shh, you can’t say that!”
“Look at him tho!”
Ryul could help but laugh a little at their conversation. Sure, he didn’t really understand what you guys said, but he liked your dynamic.
But that’s when it hit him. He was still on the ground, looking stupid.
So he jumped up and bowed a perfect 90 degrees as he started apologising, in Korean
“정말 죄송해요, 뛰는 중이라 못 봤어요. 정말 죄송해요, 일부러 그런 건 아니었어요. 저는 여성을 존중한다는 걸 약속드려요!”
Both girls looked at him, then at each other, then back at him, blinking for a few seconds.
“The fuck did he just say??”
“He’s a tourist!
Before they could start bickering again, Ryul put his hand out to her.
“I am Korean, Ryul.”
He was hoping it sounded confident and cool. ( it didn’t) He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and it was becoming overwhelming. And it definitely didn’t help with the way she looked at him.
“Is that like a city?”
He barked out a laugh before he could think twice, but immediately regretted it with the stare she gave him.
“No, I'm Ryul.”
At this point, his hand was back at his side after being left hanging by her, not that he cared. he had other priorities; he had to make her his
“Okay?”
Her friend, now behind her, gave her a little nudge. She rolled her eyes but still gave him a smile.
“Y/n”
He felt lightning through him. Sure, she was hesitant, but at least she was talking.
Ryul has never been confident in his English, but he was sure as hell not gonna let that stop him from talking to his soulmate. So he did what he did best. smile.
He was charming as hell in Korean, so how hard could it be in English?
"Very beautiful you."
She just stared at him for a second, then an amused smile started to creep its way to her lips. It was clear she was trying not to.
That made Ryul so proud, so he kept going.
"Your accent very sexy, and your hair look like chocolate." And before he could stop himself, he wiggled his eyebrows too, just for good measure.
That made both girls laugh, and Ryul would do anything to hear her laugh again.
"Is he flirting?" Y/n turned to her friend, trying to seem serious, but her smile failed her. Her friend just nodded and lightly pushed her closer.
Ryul could tell it was working, so he kept going.
"You English princesses?" He grinded.
That got a laugh out of her, her tanned cheeks getting a little pink. She shook her head softly.
"Joke's on you, Mr. Korea, I'm not even British."
He turned his head in confusion. "Huh?"
y/n pov:
"He looks like a puppy.."
Taking a good look at him, you realise that he was your exact type.
tall but not too tall, tanned skin, and good style, but something was missing.
"He's kinda cute, too bad he's slow."
That earned you a smack on the shoulder from your friend and a whisper about being nice and that he was foreign.
"Can you smile?"
"Huh?"
You couldnt help but roll your eyes.
"smile. with teeth."
And that he did, really quick too. A big gummy smile.
The butterflies in your stomach were quick and overwhelming, your heart started speeding up, and you suddenly felt really hot.
And before you could stop yourself.
"Okay, Mr. Korea, you got me there. Give me"
The way your heart beats when you notice the blush on his cheeks was too much, but you can't help but tease him.
"What? You were so confident before. What happened?"
You could hear smìrah giggle behind you at how shy he looked.
He looked down at the ground and smiled as he pulled his phone out.
As you typed your number in, you could feel his eyes on you, but when you gave his phone back, all he could do was look at the ground.
"Text me... if you have the balls at least."
All he could do was nod as you started walking off.
Though you did look back only to see him celerbating, smiling as he walked off.
And in that moment, you knew you were getting yourself into something special
synopsis: reconnecting with the boy that makes you glow
(sorry if the Korean is incorrect. english is not my first language )
you still remember the first time you met Martin, the day your life changed forever, not only because you met him but also because it was the day of your audition for HYBE.
the day he asked the simple question in korean you didn't really understand.
"무슨 노래를 부를 거야?"
"huh?"
thinking he was going to laugh at you or just straight up ignore you, you start to panic but he quickly gave you a small smile and asked again.
"what song are you going to sing?"
you could feel the relief run through you as you give him a nervous smile back.
"oh uhm.. i'm actually going to rap"
you were preparing for laughter, mockery or even for him to see you as competition.
but the way his eyes lit up made you feel the way your cheeks warmed up.
"Thats so cool! i love to rap too! what's your favorite Rap song? or are you more to hip hop? i love hip hop! also are you not korean? you look kinda korean but also something else too"
and you just, stared at him, he look like a cartoon, and his voice got louder the more he spoke, which made people turn to look at you.
you tried to motion with your hands for him to clam down a bit or at least to lower his voice but he was in his own world, then he look at you waiting for you to answer all his questions.
"well, I'm more to hip hop and pop too, and im only half korean, half lebanese but i've lived in the usa for most of my life, so my korean is not the best"
you spoke in a low voice, trying to sound confident but you were clearly nervous, and he just listened, smiled and nodded.
He then had a look of realization, so he stuck his hand out to you
"i`m Martin by the way, Martin Edwards"
you looked down at his hand then back up at him making eye contact, you smile and take his hand to give it a shake.
"I`m y/n, y/n l/n. are you fully korean..?"
the question left your mouth before you could think, but he didn't seem to mind
"nah I'm half Canadian, so we are technically neighbors."
"guess we are."
you smiled at him and he just smiled back, his eyes scanning you, as if trying to see who you are as a person, but it didn't last long before he was called up for his audition.
and holy shit. you knew then and there, that boy was gonna debut.
you didn't see much of Martin after you both got accepted, sure you saw him here and there, in the practice room, the cafeteria and the studio but you didn't really talk anymore, not because you didn't want to but cause you simply didn't have the time anymore.
so you just admired from afar and so did he.
that was until you were called into a meeting about you're request for more creative freedom, not that you hated the lineup of girls you were with but it felt stale and a bit boring, the songs you were giving did not feel like you, they didn't inspire or motivate you at all. you wanted something new and different but you just hadn't had the chance to prove yourself.
but now you had been given the chance, one chance, one song to prove what kind of artist you were, in any genre you wanted, and boy you were over the moon.
you quickly thanked the team and headed back to the studio
if you were going to do this, you were going to do it right.
the studio clock blinked 3:47 am, Fuck was all you could think, you had been in the studio since 10pm and you were going numb.
the song was essentially finished, you had a start and an end with lyrics that you've been saving for some time but something was missing and you just couldn't figure out what it was, you felt like you were going insane.
so you did what you always did when you needed to restart.
slamming your head down in the desk, not too hard of course but enough to feel something.
little did you know that the door behind you opened and the person was immediately concerned for your well-being, so he quickly put his hand under your head before it could hit the table again.
when you realized that you couldn't feel the coldness of the table and seeing the surprisingly large hand in front of you.
looking to see a very tall boy standing behind you looking very scared?
but he still decided to speak first.
"sorry, thought this room was empty but then i saw you hitting your head so i stepped in. are you uh okay?"
then it hit you how crazy you must have looked from an outsider's perspective and you just couldn't help but laugh. you laughed so hard you could feel tears start to form.
He just watched you for a second before he started laughing with you.
"i'm not crazy i swear!"
you said in between giggles as the laughter calmed down you take a good look at the boy in front of you.
he was wearing a blue hoodie with the hood pulled up so it almost covered his eyes, the slightly long brown hair peeking out from behind his neck. his silver necklace shining from the light coming from under the door. his cheeks and nose a soft pink colour as he stared at you.
"oh shit, he´s staring"
putting your hand out, making eye contact with him, you realise he looks very familiar. deciding to ignore it and just to introduce yourself.
"I´m Y/n by the way, Y/n L/n"
he just looked at you then at your hand then back up at you. then he laughed, shaking his head as he took your hand.
"I'm a little hurt you don't remember me, y/n..."
he leaned back to sit in the chair behind him, a calm confidence surrounds him a cloud.
taking a good look at him as you think of who he might be. as a girl trainee you don't really see the boys that often so you really had to think.
he just laughs at your confused face.
"you are still as cute as the day we met... even if you are american"
"american? no one brings that up anymore, only that i'm half arab..?"
then it hits you.
"Martin"
you couldn't help the shock you felt, he looked so different, he got tall, very tall and... pretty..?
"OMG MARTIN"
without thinking you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his longer ones warp around your waist.
"hi pretty.."
you could feel the smile on his lips as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder. pulling back slowly to look at him. it hits you how much you actually missed him.
you both lean back into your own chairs and look at at each other smiling.
"what you workin on anyway?"
your smile just grew.
showing martin the song was probably the best idea you ever had, you knew he had talent. but god did it still blow your mind.
and it was safe to say you were hooked.
everything about him became so addicting. from the way he walked to the way he spoke to you, about his members or even his music. it was so captivating that he quickly started to feel like home.
and you also became his inspiration, Martin is a lover boy but he never thought he would experience it so early in his life, but he was glad that it was you.
his muse, his everything.
but you still being a trainee meant that you had to be very secretive about it, for both your sakes.
this meant a lot of sneaking around to see each other, just for a couple minutes a day, still worth it. or that's what he said.
sneaking out late for a "convenience store run" at ungodly hours to see him standing there with a big grin and pink cheeks waiting for you, feeling his arms wrapping around you and getting a whiff of his perfume made you forget all about the insane practice you did.
or how you would stay in the studio "working on a song" till 4 in the morning just because Martin couldn't let go of your hand as he mumbled "5 more minutes..." or the tenth time.
or the time you got caught in the rain kissing cause thats the only place you could love him in peace.
or the different gifts and flowers he had delivered to your dorm only signed with an M and a small heart. and you'd just stand there blushing as your fellow trainees bombarded you with questions about whos it from.
god how you loved the little bubble that was just made for you and him.
until it wasn't.
martin was sick and you had a rare free day, so when you got the text that the coast was clear, you ran for it.
never having been to Martins dorm felt like a big step in whatever relationship you two had.
yeah you read that right. flowers and gifts and kissing in the rain. and no official label. that might sting a bit.
walking in to see his lanky body draped out on the couch with a small towel on his forehead made your heart squeeze so hard you thought you would explode from cuteness.
you gently placed the bag of food down and kneeled in front of him.
"martin?... i got you soup.."
he opened his eyes looking around the room, the his eyes landing on you. you could see how his pupils just expanded and a small smile grew on his lips.
"hi baby..."
then he opened his arms and pulled you down to him, wrapping his arms. you could feel how his body got relaxed and how his heart slowed down.
deciding not to fight against the sick boy, you give in. wrapping your arms around him as you both got comfortable on the small couch, feeling like everything was right with the world.
"i love you baby.."
the 4 words so soft and delicate hanging in the air, barely audible if you weren't paying attention. and somehow a feeling of relief washed over you as it hit you.
"he loves me, only me. he loves me."
the word kept repeating in your head, like melody your heart was made to play.
"I love you too, Martin."
you could feel his smile on your shoulder as he pulled you closer. you close your eyes and let yourself fall into sleep with him.
you let yourself fall so deep in fact that you didn't hear the door open and 4 curious boys walk in.
my first long fic ever wow that took a lot out of me, and idk how i feel about it, still have to read through it and stuff
plz let me know of any errors
it also was not how imagined it
i wanted it to be more sneaking around then maybe getting cougt so maybe ill rewrite this tomorrow???
i also lowkey feel like this is ass but its 3 am and im delirious
warnings + info: use of y/n. its implied that y/n is female. Woojin x ex toxic reader. cursing. angst??
synopsis: when Woojin cant help but run back to you, even if its a bad idea..
wc: words
▸ feedback & reblogs are highly appreciated
▸ Disclaimer: that English is NOT my first language and that I am dyslexic.
Song: bad idea right? - Olivia Rodrigo
author's note: inspired by the fact that woojin's song "Ejeh" was about his Ex girlfriend. a little filler oops. I'm lowk proud of this one hehe 😝 @quniisilfie saw this first. requests are open!! The last 2 are Ohyul pov
