𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you warm up the cold neurosurgeon. ( or atleast, try to. )
🩺 sunghoon x fem!reader ᰍ neurosurgeon!hoon x pediatric!reader
𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐭. sunghoon has always been cold and distant. that was his mindset. Try not to form any kind of emotional relationship to anyone, it wont hurt when you loose them. But sunghoon was even cold to his friends, his coworkers. Until one day Jake brought along his friend & coworker.
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You turn off your phone and place it face-down on the table, shifting your attention back to your friends. „Who was it?“ Yeonjun asked, reaching for the wine bottle. „Riki. Him and sunghoon are out drinking. Apparently he got drunk.“
Martins eyes narrowed. „Sunghoon? Dr. Park Sunghoon? Our Neurosurgeon? The one who hates alcohol since it is a neurotoxin?“ Minnie looked up from her plate, shrugging „Something must‘ve happened. People drink to forget all kinds of stuff.“ You take the wine bottle from Yeonjuns hands, earning a confused look. „Then something big must‘ve occured.“ You pour yourself another glass of wine. Martin crossed his arms, leaning forward. „Is someone worried?“
„What? No.“ You shake your head, taking a sip of the wine - which tasted horrible by the way. „It‘s just… i dont know! i just hope riki takes care of him.“
Your friends share a look, then martin bursts out laughing. „Right… not worried.“
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„Get.. your… ass.. in!“ riki breathed, trying to get sunghoon into the car. Finally, after definitely more than 15 attempts, he was able to lift him onto the front passenger seat.
„Why did you drink so much today, hoon?“ the younger asked, leaning over to put the seatbelt on.
„only jake can call me that.“ sunghoon slurred, getting an eyeroll from riki. „You‘re lucky i like you. Now! let‘s get you home. You will definitely not attend surgery tomorrow.“ Sunghoon shook his head, leaning onto rikis shoulder. „No.. i need to… its an important… cranio….“ and he was gone. asleep.
„God sunghoon!“ Riki lifted his head away and closed the door, moving to the other side of the car and getting in. „Do i really have to carry you up the stairs to your stupid apartment?“ he groaned, starting the car. He pulled out of the parking lot, shaking his head. „The scary doctor park sunghoon. Asleep after a bit of alcohol.“
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Sunghoon woke up the next day, no sense of time. He tried to sit up but immediately regretted it, laying back down with a throbbing head. „Fuck….“ he covered his eyes with his arm, groaning. As he turned to the side, he saw a glass of water and some painkillers, including a note.
He picked the yellow stickynote up, squinting to try to read it.
„dr. yln is worried about you, mind sending her a message? :) - riki“
„What the fuck…?“ Sunghoon whispered, trying to understand this whole situation before grabbing the pills and swallowing them down with some water. He let himself fall back onto his pillow, closing his eyes once again. Why exactly did a pediatrician knew about his drunk state? How much did she know?
Fuck this was embarassing.
But if she was worried.. he should text her, right? Tell her that he is alright, just a small text.
He groaned once again, pushing himself up. Sunghoon pushed his blanket aside, sitting on the edge of the bed. His head was still pounding badly. He just has to go through the day…
He got dressed, drank 2 glasses of Water and walked out of the flat.
The sun was bright. He felt it immediately, a stinging sensation in his head through his eyes. He shook his head and avoided looking at anything bright.
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At the hospital, it was already crowded. Wasnt it like.. 6am? Why is it already so full of all the doctors working the midday shift?
Inside the elevator to the 8th floor, he met Jay.
„Sunghoon? You look terrible.“ The cardiologist shook his head, staring at the younger man. „Thank you, Jay.“ Sunghoon pressed the button to his floor. „No seriously. Why are you here? Dr. Choi took over your surgery.“
That caught Sunghoons attention. „What? But the Surgery hasnt even started yet… its six in the morn-„
„Sunghoon. Its three in the afternoon.“
„What..“ He shook his head. „No Jay its 6am i have surgery in an hour.“ He looked up at the older guy, whose face was in worry.
„How much did you drink?“ Jay asked. The neurosurgeon put his hand over his eyes and shook his head once again. „I don‘t drink…“
„Apparently you do, Sunghoon why arent you at home sleeping out your hangover?“
The elevator made a ding sound and sunghoon stepped out, not giving Jay an answer. He walked fastly to his office, shutting the door behind him. „If i catch you riki…“ he mumbled to himself, searching his desks for any files of the craniotomy HE was supposed to do.
He groaned in pain again, sitting down. Sunghoon put his head onto his crossed arms and then.. fell asleep.
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NOTE;; Yeah idk dont look at the timestamps + if you think like „ew why is sunghoon using swear words“ UHM idk hes just still drunk ig and ya
IN WHICH you freshly started dating the boys of lngshot and they find you wearing their clothes for the first time (idol!lngshot x f!reader)
࣪ ˖content/warnings suggestive implications for 2yul, fluff, sweet kisses
࣪ ˖evy, you there? ─ hello sweetpeas, my first au on my secret account 👀 maybe not that secret but wtv. felt the urge to make a second acc (maybe you know me as @dprlyn) and now i feel like this one's a little cooler.. anyway enjoy this clusterfuck i created at 3 in the morning
now playing ; Dream of Me by NewDad
louis.
His bed was as comfortable as you imagined. His wardorbe was as cool as you'd expected. Louis had offered you to stay over at the dorms and wait for him to come back after dance practice. Obviously, you immediately took him up on the offer and now you were standing in front of your boyfriends closet, thinking of what shirt to steal. Your eyes searched through the various colors of the tops he owned until a pink bape shirt caught your attention. This had to be it. With a sheepish smile you fished it out of the clothing-chaos living inside of his closet and changed.
Footsteps and voices were heard from outside after an hour or so and you straightened up, recognizing the voice of your favorite, sweet boy. "We're back!" he called out as soon as the four of them stepped inside.
Louis, as jolly as ever whenever he was about to see his girlfriend, opened the door to his room. "Hey, y/n, did you- oh."
You met his eyes across the room and tilted your head just a fraction, watching as a smug, adorable smile spread on his face. "Is that mine?" Louis asked and closed the door behind him, slowly walking up to you.
The sheepish smile on your lips reappeared. "Maybe," you said. His tall form approached you and he pulled you in for a hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "I missed you," he murmured and you wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.
A soft laugh escaped you, a sound Louis could replay all day, every day. "You saw me two hours ago."
He groaned playfully before leaning back enough to look at you. "That's exactly the problem. Worst two hours of my life." And then, because apparently he took not seeing you for two hours as the biggest disrespect thrown at him from life, Louis peppered your face with sweet kisses. Over your cheeks, on your nose, one on your forehead before pressing a peck directly to your lips.
"You look good in my clothes, by the way," he then mumbled, eyes almost sparkling as he properly took in your appearance.
"Only 'good'?" you asked back, hand reaching up to your chest in feigned offence. He laughed and shook his head.
"Pardon, mon amour. You look pretty," he started. "Wait, no, scratch that. You look magnifique."
A slight blush spread on your cheeks. "Yeah, I can work with that.."
He chuckled and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.
"I know, my sweet angel."
woojin.
You were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of lngshot's dorm. Woojin was home alone so he deicided to invite you over and you gladly accepted his invitation.
"Babe, have you seen my favorite shirt?" he suddenly called out from his room. "The one with the stripes?"
You looked down your body, right at the shirt he described. That was the shirt you took home last time?
"Uhh, I don't know!" you called back, because now you got two options: either you'd quickly change into something else or you get caught.
This wasn't just any shirt. Ohyul called it his 'emotionial support shirt' he liked to wear everywhere. Not even the boys were allowed to borrow it.
"I can't find it, I've looked every-"
You froze as Woojin came out his room, slowly turning your head, just to find him staring at you with his head tilted to the side.
"I may or may not have stolen it," you whispered. "Don't kill me! I swear, I didn't-" you jumped to your feet before holding your hands up in surrender. "I didn't do anything with it."
Woojin stared at you in silence before huffing out a laugh. "Woah, calm down, princess" he chuckled and walked over to you. His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you closer.
"I'd say give it back but honestly, you look fantastic in my clothes," he said. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips.
"I do?"
"Absolutely. Dare I say, it looks even better on you than on me."
"Oh, please, now you're just flattering me."
Though Woojin took every chance he got to compliment you (because in his opinion, leaving you even a day without calling you beautiful at least once was the equivalent of him being the worst boyfriend ever), you still felt shy, not knowing how to properly deal with his words, except for blushing profusely.
He dipped his head down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm just telling the truth. My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous and I'd like her to know that."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips brushed against each other with soft movements, making your heart do sumersaults, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit.
"Thank you, baby," you whisper against his mouth.
"Of course, my love."
ryul.
Apparently, Ryul couldn't stay apart from you. Not even for a day. You were sitting on a chair in the studio, listening to your favorite music. It was late, barely anyone was left at the company and you had the room all to yourself.
ry <3: where r you? I miss you so much
Your phone buzzed and you unlocked it, the notification of your boyfriend's message putting a smile on your face instantly. You typed back, biting your lip to keep you from grinning like an idiot.
me: at the studio. you coming?
It didn't even take him three seconds to reply.
ry <3: i'll be there in 5
And, soon enough, Ryul showed up. Your heart was thumping in your chest, though you've been meeting him constantly. Guess your heart would never get used to how stupidly handsome the guy was. "Hi baby, how are you?" he greeted, leaning in to press a peck to your lips. Then he paused and looked down at you. "Is that mine?"
You followed his gaze to the shirt you were wearing and nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. "What if it is?"
Ryul raised a brow and pulled you off the chair, before grabbing your waist and placing you on the table. He gently spread your legs and stood between them, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezed a little, eyes taking in your appearance. "Looks good on you," he murmured. "Everything looks good on you."
"You think so?" you whisper back, heart thumping in your chest. "Mhm...," he hummed and leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, his breath warm on your skin. You instinctively lean your head to the side to give him the access he needed and draped one arm lazily over his shoulder. Ryul pressed a tender kiss to your throat, lovingly as always. "But I feel like you'd look even better without it."
The tone in his voice was unmistakable and it sent heat straight to your gut.
"I think so too. Wanna find out?"
"Bet."
ohyul.
The soft tap tap tap of the rain against your window was the only sound in your apartment as you woke up in your bed, taking in your surroundings. Next to you (hah get it?) lay your boyfriend Ohyul, still stuck in the lands of his dreams.
Your cheeks felt warm when you realized that you wore nothing except your underwear and images from last night made their way into your mind: Ohyul's body over yours, hot and firm. His kisses covering almost every inch of your body, devouring you like you were his last meal.
Without making any loud noises, you got out of bed and grabbed the next shirt your hands could make out. Once in the kitchen, you turned on your favorite songs and silently hummed along, preparing breakfast for the two of you.
After a while Ohyul got up as well, standing in the doorway and watched as you moved through the kitchen. It felt strangely domestic already and the sight of you in his shirt did nothing to calm his thumping heart. You were beautiful. In every aspect possible. To him, you were the light he found during a time he needed it most and now he felt lucky to call you his.
"You should wear my clothes more often, darling," Ohyul said softly, announcing his presence. You snapped your head around and saw him walking over to you, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that sat low on his hips. "Suits you. Reminds me that you're mine."
His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he looked over your shoulder to see what you were cooking. "What're you making?"
"You can't just say things like that and then switch the topic," you murmured, blushing slightly, and Ohyul chuckled sweetly.
"Say things like what, hm? That you're mine? That you look perfect in my shirt? That you're the most beautiful girl on this planet?" He kissed your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.
IN WHICH you freshly started dating the boys of lngshot and they find you wearing their clothes for the first time (idol!lngshot x f!reader)
࣪ ˖content/warnings suggestive implications for 2yul, fluff, sweet kisses
࣪ ˖evy, you there? ─ hello sweetpeas, my first au on my secret account 👀 maybe not that secret but wtv. felt the urge to make a second acc (maybe you know me as @dprlyn) and now i feel like this one's a little cooler.. anyway enjoy this clusterfuck i created at 3 in the morning
now playing ; Dream of Me by NewDad
louis.
His bed was as comfortable as you imagined. His wardorbe was as cool as you'd expected. Louis had offered you to stay over at the dorms and wait for him to come back after dance practice. Obviously, you immediately took him up on the offer and now you were standing in front of your boyfriends closet, thinking of what shirt to steal. Your eyes searched through the various colors of the tops he owned until a pink bape shirt caught your attention. This had to be it. With a sheepish smile you fished it out of the clothing-chaos living inside of his closet and changed.
Footsteps and voices were heard from outside after an hour or so and you straightened up, recognizing the voice of your favorite, sweet boy. "We're back!" he called out as soon as the four of them stepped inside.
Louis, as jolly as ever whenever he was about to see his girlfriend, opened the door to his room. "Hey, y/n, did you- oh."
You met his eyes across the room and tilted your head just a fraction, watching as a smug, adorable smile spread on his face. "Is that mine?" Louis asked and closed the door behind him, slowly walking up to you.
The sheepish smile on your lips reappeared. "Maybe," you said. His tall form approached you and he pulled you in for a hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "I missed you," he murmured and you wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.
A soft laugh escaped you, a sound Louis could replay all day, every day. "You saw me two hours ago."
He groaned playfully before leaning back enough to look at you. "That's exactly the problem. Worst two hours of my life." And then, because apparently he took not seeing you for two hours as the biggest disrespect thrown at him from life, Louis peppered your face with sweet kisses. Over your cheeks, on your nose, one on your forehead before pressing a peck directly to your lips.
"You look good in my clothes, by the way," he then mumbled, eyes almost sparkling as he properly took in your appearance.
"Only 'good'?" you asked back, hand reaching up to your chest in feigned offence. He laughed and shook his head.
"Pardon, mon amour. You look pretty," he started. "Wait, no, scratch that. You look magnifique."
A slight blush spread on your cheeks. "Yeah, I can work with that.."
He chuckled and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.
"I know, my sweet angel."
woojin.
You were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of lngshot's dorm. Woojin was home alone so he deicided to invite you over and you gladly accepted his invitation.
"Babe, have you seen my favorite shirt?" he suddenly called out from his room. "The one with the stripes?"
You looked down your body, right at the shirt he described. That was the shirt you took home last time?
"Uhh, I don't know!" you called back, because now you got two options: either you'd quickly change into something else or you get caught.
This wasn't just any shirt. Ohyul called it his 'emotionial support shirt' he liked to wear everywhere. Not even the boys were allowed to borrow it.
"I can't find it, I've looked every-"
You froze as Woojin came out his room, slowly turning your head, just to find him staring at you with his head tilted to the side.
"I may or may not have stolen it," you whispered. "Don't kill me! I swear, I didn't-" you jumped to your feet before holding your hands up in surrender. "I didn't do anything with it."
Woojin stared at you in silence before huffing out a laugh. "Woah, calm down, princess" he chuckled and walked over to you. His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you closer.
"I'd say give it back but honestly, you look fantastic in my clothes," he said. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips.
"I do?"
"Absolutely. Dare I say, it looks even better on you than on me."
"Oh, please, now you're just flattering me."
Though Woojin took every chance he got to compliment you (because in his opinion, leaving you even a day without calling you beautiful at least once was the equivalent of him being the worst boyfriend ever), you still felt shy, not knowing how to properly deal with his words, except for blushing profusely.
He dipped his head down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm just telling the truth. My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous and I'd like her to know that."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips brushed against each other with soft movements, making your heart do sumersaults, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit.
"Thank you, baby," you whisper against his mouth.
"Of course, my love."
ryul.
Apparently, Ryul couldn't stay apart from you. Not even for a day. You were sitting on a chair in the studio, listening to your favorite music. It was late, barely anyone was left at the company and you had the room all to yourself.
ry <3: where r you? I miss you so much
Your phone buzzed and you unlocked it, the notification of your boyfriend's message putting a smile on your face instantly. You typed back, biting your lip to keep you from grinning like an idiot.
me: at the studio. you coming?
It didn't even take him three seconds to reply.
ry <3: i'll be there in 5
And, soon enough, Ryul showed up. Your heart was thumping in your chest, though you've been meeting him constantly. Guess your heart would never get used to how stupidly handsome the guy was. "Hi baby, how are you?" he greeted, leaning in to press a peck to your lips. Then he paused and looked down at you. "Is that mine?"
You followed his gaze to the shirt you were wearing and nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. "What if it is?"
Ryul raised a brow and pulled you off the chair, before grabbing your waist and placing you on the table. He gently spread your legs and stood between them, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezed a little, eyes taking in your appearance. "Looks good on you," he murmured. "Everything looks good on you."
"You think so?" you whisper back, heart thumping in your chest. "Mhm...," he hummed and leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, his breath warm on your skin. You instinctively lean your head to the side to give him the access he needed and draped one arm lazily over his shoulder. Ryul pressed a tender kiss to your throat, lovingly as always. "But I feel like you'd look even better without it."
The tone in his voice was unmistakable and it sent heat straight to your gut.
"I think so too. Wanna find out?"
"Bet."
ohyul.
The soft tap tap tap of the rain against your window was the only sound in your apartment as you woke up in your bed, taking in your surroundings. Next to you (hah get it?) lay your boyfriend Ohyul, still stuck in the lands of his dreams.
Your cheeks felt warm when you realized that you wore nothing except your underwear and images from last night made their way into your mind: Ohyul's body over yours, hot and firm. His kisses covering almost every inch of your body, devouring you like you were his last meal.
Without making any loud noises, you got out of bed and grabbed the next shirt your hands could make out. Once in the kitchen, you turned on your favorite songs and silently hummed along, preparing breakfast for the two of you.
After a while Ohyul got up as well, standing in the doorway and watched as you moved through the kitchen. It felt strangely domestic already and the sight of you in his shirt did nothing to calm his thumping heart. You were beautiful. In every aspect possible. To him, you were the light he found during a time he needed it most and now he felt lucky to call you his.
"You should wear my clothes more often, darling," Ohyul said softly, announcing his presence. You snapped your head around and saw him walking over to you, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that sat low on his hips. "Suits you. Reminds me that you're mine."
His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he looked over your shoulder to see what you were cooking. "What're you making?"
"You can't just say things like that and then switch the topic," you murmured, blushing slightly, and Ohyul chuckled sweetly.
"Say things like what, hm? That you're mine? That you look perfect in my shirt? That you're the most beautiful girl on this planet?" He kissed your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.
Eom Seonghyeon, who’s part of the boy group Cortis, is your boyfriend. Sounds crazy, right? Your relationship must be amazing. Full of teenage love, stolen kisses and secret dates. But what if I tell you that it’s anything but.
He barely has time for you, barely texts you, until he asks you to finally meet the rest of the boys in person. What happens then? Someone will come and treat you better — better than Seonghyeon ever did.
lyn, speak up! // Hey ho twinskies, I decided to make fewer parts since I can't wait for this to continue and I need to know myself how this will end lmao 😭 AND I decided to switch to the second person perspective. I hope this is not too confusing/frustrating but I figured it's easier to write. This will go on purely as a fanfiction, no smau parts added. So go and grab some popcorn, sit back and enjoy! Ly all 💋
2. lyn, speak up! // I cannot stand this story for the life of me y’all idk why 🥹 this has been sitting in my drafts for a week and I don’t know what to write to make it exciting so you’ll only get this for now. TAKE IT 😭
Keonho and Martin brought you home, just like they said they would. You weren’t drunk but you weren’t sober either. Martin helped you get inside after Keonho said his goodbyes at your doorstep, making sure you were okay.
“Martin?” you said after falling onto your couch. Martin looked over from the kitchen, where he prepared a glass of water for you.
“Yes?”
“Is Seonghyeon cheating on me with that girl?”
Silence.
“I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “I hope not.” A lie.
A sigh left your lips, and he walked over to you and placed the glass on a small table before crouching down in front of you.
You turned your head to look at him, your faces unnecessarily close. Martin clenched his jaw to not act on the need to do something stupid.
“He came. That means something, right?”
Martin looked down at his fiddling hands. “He cares enough about you to come check on you in the middle of the night. I guess it does.”
You sighed again and closed your heavy eyelids. Sleep. You wanted to sleep.
Martin remained by your side for the next five minutes, staring at you. Taking in your feature as if remembering them for later. The curve of your jaw and the shape of your nose. Your eyelashes casting slight shadows on your skin in the dim light of your living room. The tilt of your soft-looking lips.
His gaze lingered on them for a few seconds too long before he stood up and decided to go home. He walked over to the front door, but your sudden voice breaking the silence held him back.
“Don’t go,” you mumbled, eyes still closed.
Martin turned around and walked back over to you, steps careful and silent.
“What did you say?” he asked softly, crouching down again.
“Don’t go,” you repeated, and Martin smiled. Small but there.
He gently lifted you bridal style and walked over to where he assumed your bedroom was. Once in, he gently placed you on the bed, hands lingering on you before he quickly pulled away.
He had to go. Now. Back to the dorms, where nothing reminded him of you. Where nothing smelled like you. Most importantly: You weren’t there to mess with his heart — at all.
His hand was already placed on the knob, but you spoke up again. “Martin… stay. Please.”
Dear lord.
He took a deep breath and closed the door — not to leave but to go back into your room.
Hesitantly and with a fast beating heart, Martin sat down on the edge of your bed, soft eyes focused on your face.
You reached out for him — to hold his hand, probably — and Martin’s world stopped for a moment.
Should he do it? Was it the right thing to do? There was no official breakup between you and Seonghyeon after all.
But in all honesty? Martin couldn’t care less.
He gently laced his fingers through yours, and you opened your eyes.
Looked at him. Eyes falling to his lips.
“Don’t do this to me,” he whispered, desperation lacing his words.
“Do what?”
“This…,” he answered, his own eyes falling to your lips. They parted almost automatically under his gaze, and Martin clenched his jaw to keep himself from kissing her senseless.
“You’re making it hard for me to hold back,” he mumbled huskily, a rasp in his tone. Not much, but enough to give you goosebumps.
And then, without thinking, because you still felt a little dazed from the alcohol, two words left your mouth.
Two simple words with the impact of a tidal wave crashing into him.
“Then don’t.”
Martin’s breath hitched. He hovered over you, arms propped on either side of your head to hold him up.
You couldn’t help but look at his lips, and he gently brushed them over yours. A brief, feather-light touch, barely noticeable, but it made your heart stop beating for a moment.
“Don’t make me do things you’ll regret later on,” he whispered, placing a path of tender kisses from your throat up to the corner of your mouth.
And then he kissed you. Properly. Claiming your lips in a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but sigh against him.
Martin kissed you like you were everything he needed to be alive. He kissed you like no one ever did before.
Your tongues brushed, and your brain short-circuited. Fully. All rational thoughts just vanished into thin air.
Neither of you thought about what would happen right after. Neither of you thought of Seonghyeon.
All that mattered was his lips on yours.
But reality eventually hit you hard in the face — and you abruptly pulled away, staring at Martin with wide eyes, breathing heavily. Because not only were you making out with Martin. You also technically still had a boyfriend.
The look in his eyes made your stomach flip. Not even Seonghyeon looked at you this way.
“I told you, y/n,” he whispered and got off you before walking over to your door and leaving you alone with your pounding heart.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered and ran your hands over your face.
Martin needed to leave. As soon as possible. He opened the front door and was about to bolt — then froze. Looking directly into Seonghyeon’s eyes.
He had to process Martin standing in your doorway, but just when he opened his mouth to say something, his leader pushed past him and walked away.
Seonghyeon stepped inside and closed the door. “Y/n?”
You jumped at the voice calling out for you. It wasn’t Martin. Shit.
“Seonghyeon?” you called back and went to the living room, where you found your boyfriend standing in the middle of it.
“Y/n,” he said, softer this time and smiled. Hesitant and small, but he smiled. “Can we talk? Please.”
You nodded, and Seonghyeon slowly took a step forward. “I’m sorry. For the way I treated you the past week. I don’t know…,” he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m so sorry.”
A moment of silence settled between you.
“What about Diana?”
Seonghyeon stiffened at the mention of her name. Weird. “She’s just a friend. Our parents are really close and they want us to... get together but neither of us wants that. I only love you.”
You didn’t know what to say. What to think. Because he did seemed genuine, but something just felt… off. “Okay.”
Seonghyeon raised his brows. “So you’re not breaking up with me?”
You forced a smile and shook your head. A relieved sigh escaped him, and he gently cupped your face before pressing a kiss to your lips.
It didn’t feel like you hoped it did. It felt different. Empty. The butterflies were gone. But you kissed him back and abandoned these thoughts.
Because right now, you’ve got your boyfriend back.
If only you didn’t imagine Martin in Seonghyeon’s place.
The next month went by pretty well. Seonghyeon went back to normal — texting, calling and going on your usual dates. But the boys were still busy since their latest album finally dropped.
And during all of this you never reached out to Martin. Neither did he.
He distanced himself from you and Seonghyeon, drowning himself in work and basically anything that didn't make him think of you.
Because that was all he could do. Think of you. Day and night, replaying the kiss like a broken record.
The boys eventually noticed and one evening, when Martin stayed back at the studio, Keonho finally cornered him.
“What is going on?” he asked, eyeing Martin with a concerned look.
“Nothing. Just tired,” Martin said and shrugged, eyes focused on the screen of his MacBook.
“Stop dodging. What happened that evening?”
Martin looked up. “What evening?”
“The day we brought y/n home and you stayed.”
Silence.
Words weren’t enough to describe the feeling sitting in Martin’s chest. “We kissed.”
Another moment of silence passed and Martin felt like hauling himself out of a window.
“Wow,” Keonho mumbled and sat down on the small couch next to his friend. “And you don’t want to do anything about it?”
“What do you expect me to do? Their relationship seems to bloom,” he scoffed, sarcasm evident in his voice.
Keonho nodded. “I guess you’re right. But… do you not want her to know what you saw yesterday?”
Martin froze. “That’s none of my business.”
“Is it not? She’s still our friend-“
“She’s your friend. Leave me out of their relationship problems.”
Martin closed the MacBook shut and stood up, wanting to leave.
“What did you see yesterday? What’s there to tell?” Seonghyeon suddenly asked, walking into the studio.
Martin glared at him. He tried not to care about y/n at all but it was impossible when her boyfriend was that big of a bastard. “Nothing.”
He wanted to push past him but Seonghyeon pushed him back by his shoulders. Not aggressive, just enough so Martin wouldn’t leave.
“I’m asking you. What did you see?”
Martin scoffed. “You wanna know what I saw? Maybe you should text Diana back instead. Oh, and,” he started, a humorless smile spreading across his face. “don’t forget to add a heart to your message. Since that’s all you’ve been doing.
Seonghyeon’s face turned pale. “What…”
Keonho stood behind them, taking everything in silently. Seonghyeon met his eyes and suddenly felt like throwing up. Keonho looked disappointed. Extremely disappointed.
“Don’t tell y/n. I’m begging you. Both of you,” he whispered wide eyed.
“I don’t care about any of this, Seonghyeon. Just didn’t think you’d be that big of an asshole,” Martin muttered and pushed past him again. Seonghyeon let him go and just stared into the air.
Keonho shook his head and left as well, leaving Seonghyeon with nothing but guilt spreading into every fiber of his being.
The knock on the door came unexpectedly, soft and brief. Martin looked up, waiting for anyone else — Juhoon, maybe — to come out and check who it was.
But the dorm stayed silent except for Martin’s breathing in the living area.
Another soft knock.
He stood up with a sigh and opened the door, expecting anyone — but not y/n.
You looked up at him in surprise, freezing for a split second. The last time you looked him in the eyes was barely over a month ago.
Martin’s reaction wasn’t that different. He just stood there and stared at you. Reminders of Seonghyeon’s cheating messages popped into his mind and it took him everything to keep his expression schooled.
“Come in,” he then said, voice neutral.
You gave him a polite nod before you stepped inside, walked over to a comfortable looking chair and sat down.
Martin followed you but kept his distance, leaning against the doorframe.
“Here for Seonghyeon?” he asked dryly.
You nodded and Martin looked at the floor. Anything to not stare at you. “He’s in his room. I’m sure he’ll be out soon.”
Uncomfortable silence settled between you and you swallowed. After a few minutes you decided to speak up, not handling the weird atmosphere anymore.
“Martin, look, I don’t-“
“No. Don’t even start.”
“But I-“
“Y/n. Don’t. Please.”
You blinked and pressed your lips together. “Fine.”
Just then Seonghyeon came out of his room and you straightened almost automatically.
“Hi babe,” he said softly, walking over to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. “Everything alright?”
Martin felt like throwing up.
You just smiled stiffly at him. “Yeah, of course.”
Seonghyeon shot Martin a brief, warning look and Martin fought against the urge to punch him in the face. Lying bastard.
“Well, have fun you two. I hope there won’t be any girls ruining your little date.”
Seonghyeon frowned and you watched Martin leave with raised brows. “What’s his problem? What is he talking about?”
You turned to look at your boyfriend but he just shook his head. “Ignore him. He’s been acting weird lately.”
“Okay…”
But Martin’s words were stuck in your head for the next couple days.
Eom Seonghyeon, who’s part of the boy group Cortis, is your boyfriend. Sounds crazy, right? Your relationship must be amazing. Full of teenage love, stolen kisses and secret dates. But what if I tell you that it’s anything but.
Lately, Seonghyeon is acting weird. Distant. Cold. Sometimes even unnecessarily rude to the people around him. He barely has time for you, barely texts you, until he asks you to finally meet the rest of the boys in person. What happens then? Someone will come and treat you better — better than Seonghyeon ever did.
♬ Now playing: FIGURED YOU OUT by Devkota
⟳ warnings: use of bad language alcohol consumption (I do not promote drinking, this is purely for the plot and entertainment. Don’t drink until you’re of age twinskies 🫰 okay love you bye)
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Y/n stared at her phone. Not sure if she was supposed to be laughing, crying or ripping his head right off. Seonghyeon never acted jealous.
Or at least he never openly did. But ever since he decided to act like a disappointment to society, y/n didn’t even really question it anymore.
It just felt heavy.
Draining.
Did she do something wrong?
Was Seonghyeon doing well?
Did something happen to him?
Reaching out felt like she was an annoying leech he couldn’t get off his leg. But he was her boyfriend. He was supposed to be.
Y/n groaned and threw her phone on the bed.
Sleep. She needed some sleep.
And tomorrow she’d ask her boyfriend if he wanted to go out.
Now that sounded like a plan.
Plan backfired. Great.
“Asshole,” y/n mumbled and sighed.
They used to spend so much time together. Especially since his schedule was basically crushing him and the others.
But apparently he had better things to do. Things he didn’t even want to talk about.
Almost immediately her finger moved to Martin’s chat. She started typing but paused, staring at the previous messages.
The urge to reach out to Martin was so strong lately and even though he already told her she could always talk to him, it still felt… strange.
Like it was something she wasn’t supposed to do behind Seonghyeon’s back.
But y/n didn’t have any intentions. And Martin didn’t either.
Bro, just do it.
Not the plan y/n had in my mind but that should work too.
She spent the day cleaning her apartment, listening to music and waiting until seven.
A knock on the door made her head shoot up and she sprinted to the door, a smile already spreading on her face.
Before opening the door, y/n realized how giddy she felt all of a sudden.
Calm down, oh my god.
"We can hear you, y/n. Open the door, it's cold," Keonho called out and y/n did as she was told.
"Sorry, I just realized I apparently really like you guys."
Keonho smiled at that and shoved himself past her into her personal safe space.
Martin still stood by the door. "Hi," he said, voice softer than intended.
Y/n shot him a small smile. "Hi. Come in."
He stepped inside and brushed his shoes off, before looking around.
"Looks cozy," he mumbled and followed her into the living room, where Keonho already sprawled himself over the couch.
Martin raised a brow at him. "You really got no manners, dude."
Martin glanced at y/n and sat on one of the two bean bags opposite of the couch.
Keonho let out a big sigh. "Sooo, I think we should definitely stay here and watch a movie or something."
"I don't mind. We can order some takeout as well," y/n said and sat on the other bean bag.
And that's what they did. Halfway through the movie the three of them started talking. Nothing particular, really, and y/n was glad to get to know them better.
After a while Seonghyeon was brought up and y/n found herself venting to the two of them. Even Keonho, who usually couldn't shut up and made jokes here and there, stayed silent and listened.
"I'm not a relationship pro or anything but are you sure you want to keep doing this?" Keonho asked after y/n finished, staring up at the ceiling.
Martin nodded. "He's right. Remember what I told you that night? Don't force yourself through something that doesn't bring you any joy. It's not worth it."
"You deserve better, y/n," Keonho said, unusually soft. "I love Sean a lot but that's not how to treat your girlfriend."
"Diana's story still pisses me off," Martin mumbled.
Y/n rolled her eyes. The picture popped up in her head.
The way Seonghyeon stood so close to her. The white heart she tagged him with.
Simple, innocent things that made y/n burn with anger.
"Just get with Martin. He looks at you like you personally hung the stars."
Both y/n and Martin turned their heads to stare at Keonho who just gave them a smug smile. "What? Just stating the obvious."
"Can you, like... not?" Martin groaned and ran a hand over his face.
Y/n narrowed her eyes. "I don't... think..."
"Can we just talk about something else? Please. One more word about Sean and I'll personally destroy that perfect little face of his."
Keonho's eyebrows shot up at Martin's words. "See? You're already acting all possesive," he teased and grinned, which earned him a playful slap on his arm.
"Enough. Let's just go for a walk or something," y/n suggested, trying to ignore her pounding heart or the way Martin couldn't meet her eyes properly anymore.
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None of them planned to end up drinking. But they did. Or at least y/n did.
Keonho drank a few sips and Martin didn’t even finish his can of beer.
Y/n though… a few cans and now she was barely walking in a straight line.
The boys eyed her, concern etched on their faces.
“We should take her home,” Keonho whispered next to Martin and watched as y/n plopped down on the grass a few feet away from them.
The park was empty at this hour, dimly lit by a few street lamps.
Martin nodded. “Yeah, we should.”
He was about to step forward when suddenly y/n’s soft voice cut through the silence.
“Seonghyeon-ah…,” she slurred, looking up at the clear night sky. “Why? Why don’t you love me anymore?”
Keonho patted Martin’s shoulder. “That’s your sign, my guy,” he whispered and pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket. “I’ll call Sean.”
Martin snapped his head around. “No, you won’t. You really think that’s what she needs right now?” he hissed and pointed at y/n.
The other boy sighed. “I get what you’re saying but he’s still her boyfriend.”
Martin blinked at the reminder. Right. Her boyfriend. “Okay. Call him.”
Keonho nodded and scrolled through his contacts while Martin slowly approached y/n. He crouched down next to her. “Hey, y/n.”
Y/n looked at him and smiled. “Hey, Tin,” she mumbled.
Keonho’s voice reached her just when she was about to say something.
“Sean, where are you?”
“Why? Why are you calling this late?”
“Are you with Diana?”
“Maybe. Why?”
“It’s y/n.”
“…”
“Did something happen to her?”
“She’s drunk. Calling for you.”
“Drunk?! Wait, why are you with her?”
“Does that really matter right now?”
“…”
“Where are you?”
“At the park.”
“Are you guys alone?”
“No, Martin’s here too.”
“…”
“Of course he is.”
“Huh?”
“Wait for me, I’m coming.”
“Okay.”
Seonghyeon hung up. Keonho turned to y/n and Martin who stared at him in silence.
“Diana?” y/n asked, voice slightly cracking.
Keonho shook his head. “Don’t worry, he’s on his way.”
“He is?” Martin and y/n said at the same time and he looked at her. She was still staring at Keonho with wide eyes and his heart broke at the look on her face.
So hopeful.
Martin sighed and gently nudged her side. “Come on, let’s sit somewhere else.”
He grabbed y/n’s shoulder and helped her get up, guiding her to the nearest bench where she plopped down with a small sigh.
“You really think he’s coming?” she asked and looked up at Martin, eyes gleaming.
He looked down at her and gave her a tired smile. “He is. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
And indeed — Seonghyeon turned up not even ten minutes later, eyes focused on y/n.
She lifted her head and saw him, her face instantly lighting up. Martin watched how her expression changed and why… why was his chest feeling so weird? So tight? And why did it kind of… hurt?
He turned away just a little bit and looked up at the sky.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Seonghyeon asked as he finally approached them and y/n jumped up before stumbling into his arms.
“Sean… where were you?” she mumbled, words slightly slurred, and closed her eyes. He looked at her for a second, then snapped his head back up to look at his friends.
"Why the fuck would you let her drink? Why is she with you guys in the first place?" he questioned and looked between Keonho and Martin.
The latter just shrugged. "She was feeling down and we offered to take her out. Since you won't do it anymore."
Seonghyeon froze and Keonho drew in a silent but sharp breath.
"What?"
Martin frowned. "What do you mean 'what‘? You've been neglecting your girlfriend for the past week or longer. She's texting us to understand what's going on because you won't even talk to her."
Seonghyeon's grip around y/n's shoulders tightened. He glanced down at her but she was hanging in his arms, eyes still closed.
He opened his mouth. To fire back, probably. To defend himself. But nothing came out.
"What, cat got your tongue?" Martin scoffed and shook his head. "We're taking her home tonight."
Seonghyeon raised his brows. "Excuse you? She's my girl, I'll take care of her."
The words reached Martin and settled in the pit of his stomach. "Your girl? You're the reason she ended up this way and you even dare showing up?"
“You’re getting a little too comfortable, don’t you think?” Sean asked, trying not to lash out at his leader.
First the ‘showing her some stuff on his phone while sitting way too close’ situation, then the hangout at the convenience store — plus the story on Instagram — and now this?
“Comfortable?” Martin asked back and scoffed. “I’m trying to be there for her because you’re too busy with…,” he paused. “with what, huh? Poor girl tried to talk to you multiple times because she’s scared for your relationship and you? Hanging out with your 'childhood friend' you didn't even tell her about once.”
Martin stepped forward and gently nudged y/n’s shoulder. "Y/n.."
Seonghyeon grabbed his wrist and glared at him. “Don’t touch her.”
Y/n opened her eyes and slowly leaned away from her boyfriend. “Don’t argue…,” she mumbled and pulled the boys’ hands apart.
Then she looked at Seonghyeon, the boy she thought loved her most, and gave him a sad smile. “Martin is right. I feel like I’m the only one doing something for this relationship. You didn’t even feel the need to tell me about Diana.”
Seonghyeon frowned. “How do you know…” He looked at Martin and clenched his jaw. “It’s nothing, babe. She’s just a friend,” he tried to reassure her but y/n shook her head.
“Don’t call me that right now,” she said, voice a little more stable than before. This bullshit of his was sobering her up. “If she’s just a friend then why are you keeping her a secret from me?”
“Now you’re just making a big deal out of this.”
“Am I?”
“You are.”
“Okay.”
A beat of silence.
“Go back to her then. I’ll leave with Martin and Keonho.”
“What? No, you won’t.”
“I will.”
“You won’t.”
“I will.”
Seonghyeon scoffed and turned his head to avoid looking at her.
“You can’t even look me in the eye.”
Y/n’s voice sounded monotone, yet still laced with something painful. And Martin noticed.
“You make yourself look stupid,” he said, looking at Sean with furrowed brows.
“And you’re being way too cheeky right now,” Seonghyeon shot back before turning to face y/n again. “So you wanna break up or what?”
She stared at him for a few seconds, face unreadable. “That’s the first conclusion you’ve come to?”
Silence.
“Saved me a lot of stress there, man. Thanks,” y/n scoffed and grabbed Martin‘s arm, pulling him toward Keonho who watched the whole scenario in silence a few feet away from them.
“We’re leaving,” she said firmly.
“Is this a fucking joke? Y/n!” Seonghyeon called out from behind and watched the three of them walk away.
“Keonho? Not even you? What the fuck, dude!” he yelled and Keonho yelled back without turning around.
“That’s on you, bro. You fucked up!”
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lyn, speak up! // finally posted part 3 after a month or so, I’m very sorry twinskies 🤞 but I really love this part even though I barely had any ideas how to continue. I’m also not so sure if you guys want something longer (slow burn but a lot of tension) or if you want me to get straight to the point 🤧 also, please tell me if u wanna be on the permanent taglist (cortis, lngshot, enha and piwon) or just for this au! Ty loves
featuring) Ian from h2h as your best friend and me hah
synopsis. You’re a pretty big producer for various R&B and Hip-Hop artists — wether they’re from the east or west. Jay Park, CEO and founder of More Vision, for whom you already worked for, reached out to you to work with his group LNGSHOT. You don’t think much of it — until that one guy with spiky hair and bleached ends unwillingly catches your attention.
lyn, speak up! // ryul has an insane grip on me lately so here I am, writing my first pure actual smau at 7 in the morning. I reuse a lot of terms but honestly idrc I think it's fun. Enjoy babes 💋
𝄞𝄢 Now playing: Midnight Blue by JEY, 88kief
warnings/content. lots of swearing sexual jokes/implications tiktok humour (i think)
taglist is open! (please tell me if you don't want to get tagged outside of the „True love finds its way“ au, I'll remove u ^^)
