°+.°"Forever savin’ the remnants of a love"—"like ancient stories told from another time, eternally painted in my mind"
Sypnosis: A childhood promise made at seven years old finds its way back at fifteen—Louis made an innocent promise to marry you someday, but after leaving France to head to Korea and pursue his passion, everything shifted. Years later, the both of you meet again in Seoul. What began as a coincidence began to reveal itself as fate, giving you two the chance at something that never truly ended. (contains very mild angst)
Pair: LNGSHOT! Lim Louis x GN! Reader
A/N: i may or may not have reached flow state today omg. i finished my previous cortis series n now this too...wow! all that's left is to disappear again and come back in 5 months to post smth new LOL
anw please enjoy!! i purposely tried to make this last part longer to make up for all the months i've been gone heh...
Status: complete!
| 1st PART | 2nd PART | 3rd PART (you're here!)
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Louis's first encounter with you here in Korea had been 2 days ago.
He still couldn't believe it. You were here now. No longer in France, but now in Korea chasing your dream—which reminded him too much of himself.
"How was training today, dear?"
He snapped out of his trance, suddenly remembering he was at home eating dinner with his parents and no longer at the cafe with you.
"Uhm, it was okay..." he answered, "just the usual routine, nothing out of the ordinary."
His mom nodded, pouring herself some water.
"Oh that reminds me," she beamed, pausing a little to sip from her glass, "where'd you head off to last night?"
Louis went still for a whole second.
Right, last night.
"I went to the cafe downtown, I met up with..." he trailed off, debating on whether to tell his parents about your arrival to Korea or not.
But before he could even reach a decision, his mom was urging at him to continue, "with who?" she murmured, glancing at her son's face.
"With...[Name]."
The moment Louis mentioned your name, his mother's chopsticks froze halfway to her mouth.
"What?"
Louis immediately regretted opening his mouth.
"[Name]?" she repeated, "our [Name]?"
Louis could only nod, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"What's [Name] doing here?" His father asked, looking up from his plate. Louis sighed, shaking his head slightly, "it's a very long story, pa..."
"Oh my goodness," his mother practically lit up. "How is he then? And how are his grandparents doing? When did he arrive here?? Why on Earth did you not tell us sooner—"
"Mom, I literally found him just two days ago," Louis groaned, chewing on a piece of broccoli. "Two days ago is still two days, when were you even planning to tell us?"
Louis was about to answer when she suddenly spoke up again, "well, no matter that, invite him over for lunch tomorrow, will you?"
The boy blinked, causing his father to chuckle. "Mom..." he whined. "What?" His mother glanced at him, "invite him over, Lou."
"But—" "no buts! That boy practically grew up with you back in France! I'd love to see him again and check up on him, see how he's faring here in Korea."
Louis sighed, knowing there was no shaking his mother when she had her mind set on something. You were technically family, considering all the times you slept over at his house and joined their family trips out of country.
"It's been a good three years since we've last seen [Name]," his father quietly added, "we would really love to see him, Lou."
For some odd reason, the thought of inviting you over scared him.
Things weren't like they were before. You two have matured—no longer the kids you used to be, but now two young people on the road to being adults.
Safe to say, he'd have a bit of trouble inviting you over.
But hey, if he had the courage to ask you to meet up with him at the cafe, what makes this any more different?
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Twenty minutes later in his room, Louis found himself sprawled out on the mattress with his phone in hand.
He clicked on your contact and began typing.
Lim Louis: yo!
"No, no, no...this feels too casual," he shook his head, deleting the message.
Lim Louis: hi
"Too formal...!" he groaned, pressing the backspace once again.
It's all fine, Louis!
Just go for it, it's not like i'll have my head bitten off or something.
Lim Louis: hey
Lim Louis: mom found out you're in korea ㅋㅋㅋ
He sent it, then threw the phone across the bed. "Geez...so much for being alright..." he waited for a few seconds, then a notification buzzed.
[Name]: Oh?
[Name]: Seriously??
Louis found himself smiling.
Lim Louis: unfortunately yeah...
Lim Louis: she wants to see you
Another second passed before he saw you typing again.
[Name]: Really???
Lim Louis: yup, veeery badly...
Lim Louis: i think she was threatening me
Your next reply was immediate, bringing another wide grin on his face.
[Name]: Sounds about right lol
Louis laughed at your response, rolling over to lay on his stomach.
Lim Louis: would you wanna come over for lunch tmr?
He sent it before he could completely lose his nerves. You didn't answer right away and took a while longer to respond.
[Name]: Sure, i'd love to!
Louis pumped a fist in victory, "nice!"
Lim Louis: gotcha, i'll send the location in a min hold on haha
And just like that, his day off tomorrow was already scheduled.
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The day came a lot sooner than he anticipated.
Louis had helped his mom clean the house several times now, and he's seen her check on the food constantly, like they'd suddenly rot if she took her eyes off of them once.
She certainly seemed excited about meeting you—far more excited than Louis probably was!
Her enthusiasm was saying something, but Louis brushed it off, knowing that she could be like that sometimes.
When the doorbell rang, Louis shot up from his seat and his mother immediately rushed over to open the door.
"[Name], dear!"
Before you could even greet her back, she was already pulling you into a tight embrace.
"Oh, you've gotten a lot bigger now!" She pulled back, holding you by your arms while she smiled.
"That's how growing works, my love," Louis's father placed a hand on her shoulder and gave you a firm nod, "come on in, boy, before she starts crying and everything."
You could only laugh as you entered their house, accompanied by them both to the dining area.
Louis stood there, one hand in his pocket as he awkwardly waved at you. "Hey," he gave a lopsided smile, which made you chuckle.
"Come, sit down with us, dear!"
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Lunch was surprisingly easy. Much easier than Louis had expected.
Talking with his parents felt so natural for you.
Not once did you had a moment of silence in the table. His mom was curious about everything—from how you got here, to how your grandparents were doing back home.
You answered all of her questions, settling into old rhythms almost immediately.
You told them about the scholarship and explained how that came to be. "It really wasn't easy," you truthfully admitted, "but I knew i'd regret not trying."
In response to that, Louis's mother nodded approvingly.
"That's right," she smiled sweetly, "and I heard you took music production?"
You laughed, "well, that one's Louis's fault."
Louis looked up from his plate, his expression flat out saying; what did I do?
"He got me hooked to music back when we were little kids," you grinned, watching as the other boy choked on his drink.
"I knew it," his mom turned towards him.
"Mom."
"I knew that you'd influence someone with your own passion for music too," she sighed, making Louis groan into his hands, which in return had you and his dad howling in laughter.
Suddenly, everything felt like how it was before.
It felt like France all over again.
You felt the same warmth and happiness. Like no time had even passed at all.
And just when things were starting to feel so light, a phone call buzzed, ultimately breaking their fond laughter.
"Lou, dear, I think that's your phone," his mom muttered out, watching as he fished out his phone from his pocket.
"Sorry wait, it's the producer."
He excused himself and stepped away from the table, answering the ring once he was probably out of earshot.
The call lasted for two minutes max, and when he returned, you all looked at him expectantly.
"What happened, dear?" His mom inquired, peering over his shoulders to check his phone. "Um, they want me to head over to rerecord some harmonies," Louis quietly murmured, scratching his cheeks.
"Oh..." his mom stated with a small frown.
"Work is work," his father followed, sighing deeply, "i'll drive you there, bud."
Louis nodded, getting up from his chair, but not before he took one last bite of the meat.
His father got up too and went over to grab a coat.
Louis glanced at his mom, then his gaze slipped to you.
And suddenly, a bright idea popped up on his mind.
"Hey [Name]..." he called out, causing you to raise one brow, "yeah?"
He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "wanna come with?" He asked, direct and simple.
"Where exactly?" You hummed, "to the studio, with me." Louis answered, trying to shrug to look casual about it.
"Recording studio?" You repeated to confirm.
"I mean, you study music production," at the mention of that, his mother beamed and clapped her hands, "right! That's a wonderful idea, Lou! [Name], why don't you accompany him there and check it out?"
You looked at the two of them, awkwardly rubbing your nape before you tilted your head slightly, "I suppose I can...?"
Louis grinned, "come on then."
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"You two take care, alright?"
Louis's father had drove the two of you to the MORE VISION company building. He waved you both goodbye before rolling out off the driveway, leaving just you and Louis alone.
"Let's go," he opened the door for you, gently closing it behind him once you entered.
Upon reaching the recording studio, the producer was surprisingly welcoming of you—especially after learning you were taking music production.
"Is that right?" He leaned back on his chair, turning to face you as Louis settled in inside the recording booth. "Music production?"
All of a sudden, he looked much more interested. And that was obvious in the way he spent the next few minutes explaining things to you even Louis still didn't quite have a grasp on, despite hearing them everyday.
You listened very intently, even asking the occasional questions.
He would gladly explain further, giving you answers that sent you both into deeper discussions.
Louis didn't mind how he was practically ignored in the recording booth. One glance at your expression, and he'd melt into a smile.
You genuinely looked happy with the things you were learning from his producer.
Much like he was before when he first met the guy.
Eventually, the producer had stopped chattering your ear off (much to your dismay) and waved Louis over, "hi, you ready?"
Louis could only nod. He'd been left waiting for so long after all.
The session began, and as the producer recorded Louis' vocals, he was explaining how things worked to you too.
But not too long after they started recording, Louis messed up a note.
"Sorry," he backed away from the mic and cleared his throat, "can we redo that part?"
The producer hummed, restarting the record on Louis's signal.
As you watched him from the other side of the booth, he seemed to be messing up more and more.
"You're timing's all wrong..." the producer murmured, replaying the recording for Louis to hear, "see?"
Louis nodded, "yes, i'm sorry."
"Let's try again, alright?"
On their third attempt at the harmony, he hit the wrong note right on the last verse.
"Louis."
"I'm sorry," Louis worriedly glanced over at the glass separating him and the other room. But he didn't look at his producer, he looked at you. You, who was far too lost in absorbing everything you were learning to even notice him staring.
The producer followed Louis's gaze straight through the glass, and to his surprise, his gaze landed on you.
"Ah..." the older male turned to look at Louis.
And at that point, Louis just wanted the floor to swallow him whole there and then.
By the time they finally finished, the sun was starting to set. The city only began to grow louder though, despite the night settling in.
And finally, for once, you two didn't need to be anywhere right now.
Louis was walking next to you, glancing at your way every now and then to catch a glimpse of that serene expression on your face.
"Let me walk you home," he offered, speaking out of the blue all of a sudden. You turned to look over, "again? it's fine, Louis—"
"No, please," he shook his head, a small smile on his face, "let me walk you home."
You see that same gleam of determination on his eyes you saw back then and knew there was no getting out of this one now. "Y'know, most people tend to stop after the first time," you muttered out, crossing your arms over your chest.
Louis only let out a breathless chuckle, "well, i'm not most people, right?"
You huffed, "true."
"I think you're insulting me."
"...I am."
Louis gasped dramatically, clutching his chest, "how mean"
You laughed at his dramatic antics, cheeks blossoming in warmth.
During the walk to your apartment complex, you two talked about everything else.
For example, Louis's awful sleeping habits.
He defended himself passionately, denying everything he practically said to you. You, pretty much, remained unconvinced and only continued to tease him for it.
Just around the corner, your apartment complex began to appear.
The both of you began slowing down, stopping when you reached the entrance.
For a second, things were quiet again between you two. Not because it was awkward or anything. Neither of you were just not in a hurry to leave.
"Thanks a lot, Lou,"
You broke the silence first, "for lunch and everything that happened today."
Louis shook his head, a chuckle slipping past his lips, "anytime, [Name]."
You returned his smile. "I should probably head up now," you jerked a thumb to the entrance behind you.
"Yeah, totally," Louis nodded, backing off the gate slowly, "text me when you get inside?"
You stared at him, "you're the one walking home though..."
"Still," he stubbornly persisted, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. "Okay," you answered, quietly laughing beneath your breath.
Your laugh made something in Louis's chest tighten yet feel light at the same time. He hadn't felt that in years.
You had turned towards the entrance, keycard out of your small pouch bag. But then you turned to look over your shoulder.
"Good night, Lou."
You saw his smile visibly soften, and it tugged on your heartstrings a little.
"Good night," he replied back, "let's do this again."
You nodded, swiping the keycard over the lock before entering to greet the guard posted nearby.
Louis didn't leave immediately and waited until he was sure you'd be on your way up now. It was a silent promise made to himself, that he'd never leave without making sure you were now safely inside your room.
His phone buzzed with your notification shortly afterwards, saying that you were now inside. He left a heart to your message and pocketed his phone, beginning to walk back home now.
For the first time (in a long time), ever since finding you again, everything felt normal.
Like maybe the years apart hadn't completely done its magic and erased what you two had.
Maybe...you and him were a testament to how some promises could survive time and distance after all.
ﾟ+.ﾟ"Cause we've no time for getting old"—"mortal body, timeless souls, cross your fingers, here we go."
Sypnosis: Debuting in CORTIS as the new member; a leaked video of you and pre-debut CORTIS went viral, leading fans to demand that they debut you to the group as the sixth member. Your dreams and passions reignite, and you're finally stepping into the life you've imagined for yourself—how does it all unfold?
Pair: CORTIS x Male! 6th member! READER
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; noona, maknae and hyung, the use of [name], NOT PROOFREAD, and as usual, the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33
A/N: hello! it's been a long while since i posted, i apologize for that!!! i had been busy with a few personal happenings and didn't have any motivation at all to post the last part. but here it is! and yes,,,it's the last part ;;; i don't wish to drag the story more than it probably should..
please enjoy and leave some comments! thoughts are always appreaciated and my requests are always open :)
• PART I • PART II • PART III • PART IV (you're here!) •
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The first full practice with the others began at 6:30 AM.
All six of you walked out the dorm building dressed in casual attire. Oh, how you've missed the feeling of waking up early, not for work or school, but for this—dance practice.
It brought a quiet smile to your lips.
I'm really doing it, aren't I?
Everybody settled in nicely in the room once they entered. You, on the other hand, were still trying to get used to this feeling again.
By 6:37 AM, music started to blast through the speakers.
CORTIS's debut track filled the practice room as the five members moved through the choreography with the ease of people who had repeated it a hundred times.
Safe to say, you were a bit behind on the beat.
You turned too late on the formation change and they all shifted before you could even correct yourself.
Now all of a sudden, you were out of place.
The music cut almost immediately, and you bent forward slightly, trying to catch your breath.
"[Name], you're dragging it too much."
The choreographer observed and stood up from his seat, "it's your second step after the spin."
You watched as he showed you the proper way, nodding with fervor as you engraved the move in your mind. You tried it out shortly afterwards, looking at everyone else for their approval.
"Much better," the choreographer smiled, retreating back to his chair.
James approached you, reaching out for your shoulders with a small smile on his face, "step, pivot, slide, alright? You seem to be thinking too much of the turn itself than where you land."
You nodded again, taking his words into consideration. "Right," you cleared your throat, repeating the same steps again and again before the choreographer had you all redo it from the top.
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The first few hours inside that room was brutal for you.
Your every move felt slightly off.
You had no doubt in your skills. You were once the top trainee in all the past evaluations, your body knew how to dance—years of hard work and training made sure of that—but the choreography revolved around five people who had been practicing together for months.
You were the new variable added to it.
Sometimes, you turned to the wrong direction, which immediately tilted the whole formation. Sometimes, you were almost bumping into one of them, your spread being far too narrow.
It was so tiring.
By the time break came around, your limbs felt heavy and you collapsed down the floor. You groaned, burying your face in the palm of your hands.
What's wrong with me?
Martin, having noticed you from across the room, approached quietly after a few moments passed.
"Hey," he called out, sinking to the ground next to you, "you okay?"
You shook your head, mumbling out an honest 'no'.
The blond sighed, "give yourself time to get used to it again, [Name]."
You wanted to interject, to argue how it felt like to be the odd one out when back then, you could keep up with anything.
But he was faster.
"You're rushing everything," he handed you a bottle of water, "you're trying to catch up to where we are instead of learning where the rhythm sits."
You frowned slightly at his words, knowing that he was right.
"Don't dwell too much on keeping pace with us," he glanced at you sideways, "I mean, manager Seo did mention we only have like, a month or probably two to work with your addition to the group..."
"—But! Don't think about that."
Martin offered you a warm smile.
"He's right," James, who had been listening quietly, nodded, "what matters is how we can make things work, with you."
You gripped the water bottle in your hand, staring at the floor with a newfound determination set in the gleam of your eyes.
"It'll be alright, hyung! You're our top star, remember?" Keonho appeared in front of you, kneeling down the ground as he grinned cheekily.
"Still our top star, even after all those months passed." Seonghyeon tossed you a protein bar. You barely caught it, but when you did, you could only break out in laughter.
"Well, that's [Name] for you," Juhoon shrugged, joining in on the conversation.
Your heart felt a little lighter knowing that after all those mistakes earlier, they were still rooting for you instead of harboring a quiet sense of annoyance at your constant slip-ups.
"Thanks a lot, guys." You murmured out, taking a bite of the protein bar. "You don't know how much your support means to me," you added.
Martin cooed, pulling you closer to him by the shoulder, "it's no biggie, [Name]. You're one of us now, so it's only right we help you."
Everyone else agreed to his words.
Martin was right, again.
You were part of a team, and a team works best with everyone cooperating and helping each other.
"Let's go?"
The choreographer caught your attention, he was standing in front of the mirrors with his hand on the huge speaker.
"Yeah, let's!" Martin stood up, then the others did too. You followed shortly afterwards, placing aside your drink and snack.
I can do this.
I'm gonna do it.
—
After that eventful first day, time began to blur.
Before anyone even knew it, you were starting to belong now.
—
"Give me five minutes please," you laid on the floor, sprawled out like a starfish.
James deadpanned at you, "you said that earlier, five minutes ago."
You sighed, closing your eyes momentarily.
"Time's ticking, [Name]." Juhoon appeared beside you, handing you a can of energy drink, "drink up and let's go again."
Another day came, then another, then another.
A whole week has passed, and after millions of choreography counts and endless rehearsals, the music stopped feeling unfamiliar to you.
It started feeling like yours.
After that, then came the recording.
You were given a few lines taken by (mainly) Seonghyeon and James. That part didn't take too long. You only needed a day to complete everything.
The producer played the new revisions to the full track, everyone came in to listen.
They all could agree on one thing; each song sounded fuller. With you as an addition to the track, the songs became richer now.
It felt complete.
The past month have been so cruel to you, but everything was all for a reason.
Everything worked out in the end. Manager Seo's timeframe worked—as surprising as it sounded like—and you were now officially released to the public as the new member.
A documentary was shortly published to the internet after your debut announcement.
The people had asked to show how you became a part of CORTIS, so manager Seo suggested a simply documentary dedicated to you.
All the footage shown in the video were candid.
Your struggles in practice, your effortless recordings in the studio, a few quiet moments in the dorms with others—they were all compiled to make this short film.
Everyone loved it.
They saw your hard work, your efforts, and how you seemed to fit in after countless of trying.
They all appreciated the off-script moments of you with the group.
°+.°"Forever savin' the remnants of a love"—"like ancient stories told from another time, eternally painted in my mind"
Sypnosis: A childhood promise made at seven years old finds its way back at fifteen—Louis made an innocent promise to marry you someday, but after leaving France to head to Korea and pursue his passion, everything shifted. Years later, the both of you meet again in Seoul. What began as a coincidence began to reveal itself as fate, giving you two the chance at something that never truly ended. (contains very mild angst)
Pair: LNGSHOT! Lim Louis x GN! Reader
A/N: here's the long awaited part twoo!! new year really stressed me tf out so i didn't have the time to post it yesterday like i promised i would ;; anw!!! updates rn will be really slow so please be patient with the next part :( but i hope you enjoy part 2 cuz i definitely enjoyed writing this one >_<
Status: complete!
| 1st PART | 2nd Part (you're here!) | 3rd PART |
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Your phone feels heavier than normal.
You've been staring at it for a while now, fingers hovering over the keyboard as your screen dimmed from a few minutes of inactivity.
You tap it once to keep it open, and it lights up your dark room again. Your heart won't seem to slow down, and it's almost ridiculous.
You've done public speeches a hundred times, presented countless of project plans and even travelled internationally at the ripe age of 14 all alone—so why in the hell couldn't you bring yourself to message Louis?
It had you pacing around your small apartment, and it felt like you were waiting for something to fall apart or explode.
What do you even say?
Hi, it's [Name]. Did you eat dinner yet? Why didn't you reach out to me when you left France? You promised you'd message and call, but you never did—
No.
That wasn't the way to approach him about it.
Your chest tightened like a coil, and just like that, your mind drifts back to the first time you saw him again after three years—to the moment everything you thought you'd buried came rushing back inside your heart.
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It all happened so fast for you.
By the time you had processed everything, Louis and his members were already getting ushered to other passerbys.
You still had the CD in your hands, fingers curling around it like it was evidence that the moment was real.
Louis longered closely, far too distracted with the thought of you to focus on LNGSHOT's promotion. He kept glancing back at you like he was afraid you'd vanish into thin air the second he turns away.
When the manager finally noticed, she sighed. "Five minutes is all that you get," she muttered to Louis, "be quick."
Despite being initially shocked, Louis didn't hesitate any further. He turned to you, eyes bright yet nervous. Before approaching you, Louis grabbed his manager's pen and ripped a piece of paper from her clipboard—silently hoping he didn't rip out something important.
He scribbled quickly, handwriting rushed and wobbly.
When you see him from the corner of your eye, he's standing there awkwardly, handing you the paper.
"You're here," he said, voice low, "...this is my number. Please—call me. Or text. And I'll explain everything."
Your throat went dry at his words. He'd explain everything.
"I'm sorry," Louis added, words tumbling out of his mouth now, "For not calling you, or atleast messaging you for three whole years. I didn't forget you—I swear, I never did, and I never would've."
You imagined this exact moment before.
You'd be angry at him, fully disappointed and hurt. You expected your reaction was that, or maybe you'd act a little indifferent and cold towards him. You prepared yourself for his words, his attempts to make it up to you, his apologies laced with sweet nothings—everything.
What you didn't prepare for was the way his voice cracked when he said it.
"I just—" he stopped himself, glancing back at the staff members who were slowly getting further away, "I'll explain properly, if you'd let me."
You found yourself nodding, like you had been for the past few minutes now. Louis smiled, and that made your hands tremble around the paper in your grip.
His smile was small, but achingly familiar.
"I'll see you."
And before you could answer, he's already rushing back to his group members. You look at the CD in your hand, then at the paper he gave you.
You stare at it for a long time, mind already wandering to the possible scenarios after this—
BZZT, BZZT!
Your phone buzzes, and the sound snaps you back to the present.
You felt your heart jumping straight to your throat at the notification. For a second, you were afraid to look—like opening it would make everything a little too real now.
You eventually unlock the screen after a moment of silence.
Lim Louis: 👋 can we meet up??
Lim Louis: i mean, if its okay with you😅
Lim Louis: we could totally just stick to chatting if you want :))
You let out a shaky breath, a laugh slipping past your lips before you could stop it. Even through text, he sounds like he's tripping over himself.
You found yourself typing back.
But then you erased it.
Then you're typing once more, and finally, you sent a reply.
[Name]: Sure, let's meet up
Three dots appear almost instantly. Then they disappear. But it reappeared again.
He sends a location a few seconds after you agreed. It was a cafe downtown. Based on the photos supplied by the owner, the establishment seemed quiet. A perfect spot to wind down and talk.
Lim Louis: be there in 20??
[Name]: 👍
[Name]: got it, see you there
Lim Louis: mhmmm, see you
Louis almost drops his phone.
He's sitting on the edge of the couch, his back against the armrest. When your reply came in, his heart slammed so hard against his ribs that for a second, he forgot how to breathe.
He stares at the screen like a maniac, still on cloud 9.
"Oh?" Ohyul notices him, "ahhh," it clicks immediately.
Ryul leaned over Louis's shoulders before he could even lock the phone, a glass of water in hand. "Is that [Name]?" he glances at the boy, watching his brows furrow.
Louis swallows, "...yeah," he sighed, moving away from Ryul.
Woojin grins, "you're smiling—" "I'm not," Louis bites back immediately, "oh, you absolutely are," Ohyul leans against the back of the couch, his arms crossed and his face a little smug.
Louis only rolls his eyes, scrambling to his feet once he became too aware of everything—his hair, his clothes, and the way his heart won't slow down.
"I need to change..." he muttered out loud.
"Obviously," Ryul says, already pushing the boy inside his room for a change of clothes, "you can't meet the love of your life from France in that awful hoodie."
"It's not like that..." Louis groans, regretting the decision to tell his members about the two of you. Woojin and Ohyul follow after the two, "sure, it's not like we're emotionally invested anyways," Woojin remarks sarcastically.
They rush Louis through everything—Ohyul rummages his wardrobe for a nice set of outfit, Ryul fixes his hair with some gel, and Woojin is advising him on what to do for later—like this wasn't just a simple meetup but something fragile that might break if he does the wrong thing.
Louis can barely remember tying his shoes, all he remembers is his phone buzzing with a notification from you saying you were on the way and his heart does that stupid, fluttery thing all over again.
He leaves the dorm with his whole body shaking from nervousness. He was so busy practicing what he was gonna say to you that he failed to notice the three boys trailing behind him.
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The cafe looks exactly like it does in the photos.
Soft, warm lights spill out the windows, casting shadows into the stone pavement. Louis stops just outside, shoving his hand deep into his pockets with his shoulders tense.
He checks his phone for the time. Ah, I'm too early.
He paces in front of the establishment once. Then twice. Then thrice.
What if you changed your mind? What if you decide to not meet him here? What if he says the wrong thing? What if you absolutely hate him for disappearing on you?
He exhales slowly, attempting to ground himself.
Then he sees you.
And his brain shortcircuits.
This is actually happening, huh?
You're walking towards him from down the street, your steps a little hesitant and your eyes scanning the area until it landed on his. The city noise fades into something distant.
You look...real. More than you did earlier. You're closer now too, and you feel familiar in a way that hits him right in the chest.
Louis straightens instinctively, heart racing so fast it's almost embarrassing.
"Hi," you stop right in front of him, a respectable distance between the two of you.
"Hey," he answers too quickly for his own liking.
And the awkwardness began to settle, it wasn't heavy, just...unsure. Louis averts his gaze to the side and rubs the back of his neck, glancing over his shoulder.
"Should we—"
"Do you wanna—"
The two of you speak at the same time.
You both stop afterwards, and Louis let out a small laugh, clearly nervous. "Inside?" he jerks his thumb towards the cafe door.
"Yeah, inside," you nod. He reaches out for the door, holding it open for you without thinking. As you step inside, the warmth of the cafe envelops you immediately.
Louis still doesn't notice his members crouched across the street (who were watching with an overwhelming amount of interest) he was too lost in trying to not mess up in front of you to do so.
The smell of sugar and coffee immediately registers in his mind, a pleasant distraction from the thought of you standing there with him. You order first, and he barely hears what you say. He just nods and repeats something similar when it was his turn.
"I'll grab us a seat." you turn to look at him, seeing him in line for the order, "yeah," he nods with a smile, standing behind a few people with his hand gripping the receipt too tightly.
When he finally received the cups of coffee, his hands were shaking.
Calm down, Louis!
He wills himself to breathe, approaching you by the window.
"Here you go," his hand is stiff and rigid when he places your order down. "Thanks," you mutter out, catching a whiff of his musky cologne when he leaned over.
He sits down from across you, and for a moment, neither of you speaks.
Louis stares at the surface of his drink. watching the steam rise and disappear. It's alright, you can do this.
He didn't think getting you here was the hard part, he thinks it was the talking part that might break him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but it closes shut as fast as he opened it. He swallowed hard—it's now or never.
"The first year I moved," he starts, and you look at him attentively, "I was ecstatic about being here. I kept on reminding myself to call you, to message you, but I kept on getting distracted too. Auditions fell through, then suddenly I had debut plans now. My phone got monitored, and training started. Everything moved so fast, I was so lost and confused."
"I told myself I'd talk to you once life became a little stable. Weeks turned into months, months turned into a year—the time just...never came. I panicked when a whole year passed by, because what if you hated me now? What if you've moved on already and I was just...reopening something you'd already buried?"
He finally looks up, his eyes glossy yet steady.
"So I didn't call. And it wasn't because I forgot or didn't want to, but because I was afraid you wouldn't answer me."
Silence settles in again, but it's different from before. Louis rushes to fill it, like he always does when he's nervous.
"Don't be mad," he says quickly.
"I know it sounds stupid, and I know it's not an excuse to put aside our...friendship like that, I know I hurt you, I know you're disappointed, and I'm really, really sorry—I swear I never meant to disappear on you," his voice dips and takes on a quieter tone, "I was genuine, about everything. About you, and about us. You were my first promise, and I wouldn't—"
"—Louis,"
Your voice stops him.
He looks up again, and you inhale slowly before speaking, making sure to choose your words carefully.
"I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything. You disappearing made me angry. It made me feel like I wasn't important enough for you—like everything we had was just nothing."
Louis feels his chest tighten.
"I waited, and I waited, and I waited like a fool. And then, one day, I told myself I shouldn't. I moved on—that doesn't mean it didn't hurt though."
Then you return his gaze, eyes filled with warmth and kindness.
"But..." you sigh, "I understand, Louis. I understand." You didn't forgive him, but you didn't dismiss him either. However, you understood him and it was enough for him.
Louis's shoulders sag with mild relief, and suddenly he's releasing a breath he didn't even knew he was holding.
"...Thank you," he murmurs.
From there on out, the night begins to soften.
The mood changed and the conversation drifted. You told him about the international scholarship, he told you about his group. You tease him about still tripping over his own words, and he only laughs.
Hours slip by unnoticed until the cafe grew quieter, a subtle signal it was getting late.
"I'll walk you home," Louis says as the two of you stand.
You hesitate, "you don't have to..."
"I want to," he says a little too quickly. "Please?" he adds, a little gentler this time.
You roll your eyes at his insistence, averting your gaze to the side because you knew you were weak for his puppy eyes.
But you still nod anyways.
Small talk eased its way in between the two of you as you walked together side by side.
Halfway down the street, Louis seemed to slow down, a wave of uneasiness creeping up on him. You notice it almost immediately, "what's wrong?"
He glances to the side, stopping in his tracks, "why do I feel like we're being watched?" he whispers, hand instinctively going on the small of your back protectively.
You blink at him, "what?"
He looks around a little longer, then he goes rigid.
"Ohyul...Ryul...Woojin..." he sees three heads peep out the corner of a building.
The three figures across the street wave back with far too much enthusiasm.
"What the hell are you guys doing here...?!" he hisses, absolutely mortified and embarrassed.
"Supporting you!" Woojin grins.
"From a very safe distance," Ryul adds.
Ohyul only gave out a thumbs up.
Louis turns back to you, his face burning and his hand still on your back, "I swear, they weren't supposed to—" "It's fine," you laugh, eyes crinkling in the way he remembers, "aren't they in your group?"
"Well—yeah..." he groans softly, shoulders curling inward as he begins to walk alongside you, now painfully aware of the three shadows lurking behind the two of you.
It only took a few fleeting moments before you arrived at your place.
When you reach the door, all the noise seemed to fade in the background.
"Thank you for walking me home," you smile at Louis, grabbing your keycard. "It's my pleasure," he returns your smile with one of his, beginning to walk backwards slowly as you step inside your apartment complex.
You turn around to look at him, "good night," you wave.
"Good night," he replies instantly, waving back with fervor.
"Hey," he hesitates, "uh...let's...do this again soon, yeah?" he looks at you, heart slamming against his ribs.
Your smile was small, but it was real nonetheless, "yeah, sure. Just call me whenever,"
Louis huffed out a breath of relief, his grin widening, "totally, I'll call you this time, promise," he chuckles, watching as you enter the building.
He doesn't leave yet, he waits until he was sure you were now on your way up to your room until he does.
He turns around, and snaps his head towards his members. His smile immediately drops and he lets out a quiet groan of frustration.
"Oh my god," he mutters as they all collectively smirk at him.
"Ohoho," Woojin claps his hand on his shoulder, shaking him with a proud grin on his face, "seems like someone's a little too happy tonight."
Louis stays quiet, knowing he was absolutely, damn right.
"Just shut up please..."
He goes back to the dorm with the three of them chatting his ear off.
°+.°"Forever savin' the remnants of a love"—"like ancient stories told from another time, eternally painted in my mind"
Sypnosis: A childhood promise made at seven years old finds its way back at fifteen—Louis made an innocent promise to marry you someday, but after leaving France to head to Korea and pursue his passion, everything shifted. Years later, the both of you meet again in Seoul. What began as a coincidence began to reveal itself as fate, giving you two the chance at something that never truly ended. (contains very mild angst)
Pair: LNGSHOT! Lim Louis x GN! Reader
A/N: IM STARTING A NEW SERIES!! i promise ill finish the cortis one too BUT I LITERALLY LOVE LNGSHOT AND LOUIS SO I MADE THIS :3 this is over 1k words (1,429 W.C.) and idk how many parts it'll have heh. i wrote this with a male reader in mind, but i can pretty much say its gender neutral friendly!! i love love loveeee louis sm guys, hes so adorable :(( PLEASE ENJOYYY >♡<
Status: complete!
| 1st PART (you're here!) | 2nd PART | 3rd PART |
You were seven, maybe eight. Too young to care about scraped knees or the way your lungs would burn after running too fast.
Louis chased you down the narrow street, his laugh echoing closely behind you as shoes slapped against the stone pavement. "Hé! Viens ici!" ("Hey! Come here!") He exclaimed, hands straining to reach out for you.
When you both began to feel your legs grow heavier, you collapsed beneath the shade of a tree near the sidewalk.
Louis lay on his back, staring up at the sky through the branches with a wide grin on his lips. His chest rose and fell quickly, trying to compensate for all the air he used up. Beside him, you were still giggling, face warm from both the adrenaline and the sun.
Louis was idly picking on the patch of grass next to him, and that was when he noticed it.
A small flower, growing stubbornly through a crack of the pavement. It was yellow, slightly crooked, but imperfectly perfect in all aspects.
He sat upright, plucked it from the ground with gentle fingers and held it out to you.
"Flower, for you," his cheeks are rose pink, eyes gleaming like he'd found treasure.
And as if that wasn't enough, you see him reach out for something in his pocket. A crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out on his propped up knee, his tongue peeking out as he folded it over and over again. He worked with swift, serious determination, and when he finished, he ended up with a small paper ring.
He slid it on your finger, then looked at you with bright eyes and a shy, yet wide grin.
"I'll marry you one day," Louis declared. There was no teasing lilt to his voice. No embarrassment—just the simple certainty of a child who knew what made him happy.
At seven, maybe eight, he felt something he didn't know the word for.
And all he knew was that he wanted to stay right there, under that tree with you, forever.
.
..
...
But nothing really lasts forever, doesn't it?
The summer days grew shorter without anyone noticing, and just like that, you were both twelve years old.
The tree stayed where it was, the streets remained unchanged—but something quiet shifted, like the world had slowed down for no reason.
Louis came to your house one late afternoon, when the sky was warm gold and the field swayed gently in the blowing winds. You were sitting in the porch swing when you saw him approach the house from a distance. Your grandparents went inside, giving the two of you some privacy.
He stood in front of you, hands fidgeting at his sides with a small backpack over his shoulders. He tried to smile when your eyes met, but it wobbled, and you knew he didn't come bearing any good news then.
"Dad says we're leaving," he said, "today..."
Today.
The word landed between the two of you—sharp and heavy. The field seemed quieter all of a sudden, like the cicadas began holding their breaths to draw out the silence.
"Korea," he added quickly, as if saying it faster would make it any easier, "my mom's there."
You nodded, because you didn't know what else to do. You feared that if you opened your mouth, you might spill out something you didn't have words for yet.
He stepped closer to you, his expression somber. For a moment, you swore he was different—he didn't look like the boy who raced you through the streets and promised you marriage under a tree. He just looked...small.
"I'll message you," he promised, again. "And I'll call. And—and when I come back, we can play again. Right here." Louis grabbed your hands, his eyes bright with hope so strong it almost hurt to look at.
You nodded again.
"Then, I'll wait," you smiled, but only because it felt like the right thing to say at the moment—it felt like something solid you could give him.
He reached out for his pocket and pulled out yet another paper ring, the paper is neater now, less crumpled and more clean. He hesitated for a moment before gently sliding it on your finger once more. "It's so you won't forget," he said, voice small but sure, "okay?"
"Nous nous reverrons sous le même ciel, je te le promets," ("We'll meet again under the same sky, I promise you.") Louis brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of your palm.
You didn't know that promises could stretch thin with time back then. That oceans could grow wider. That tomorrow could possibly mean years.
All you knew was that Louis smiled at you like that—and it was enough for you.
—☆•°
Korea is louder than you expected.
Even on quieter streets, there's always something humming in the background—traffic, music from cafes, voices chattering in a language you're still learning to love. Some days, it's exciting. However, it can get overwhelming pretty fast. On days like this, you remind yourself why you're here in the first place.
The scholarship.
Your future. A promise to make a better tomorrow for your life, sworn to your grandparents who raised you ever since you were a little kid. Music production felt like the safest kind of dream, a stable ground you could stand on. You never said it out loud, but it all started because of Louis.
You remember the afternoons in France spent together sharing earphones. He once showed you how music could feel like a place to rest. Behind every chord progression, every layered beat and track was a fragment of him—he became an endless source of inspiration, and it felt right for you to share the same passion as him.
You're on your way home after a long morning, walking with earbuds shoved in your ears. You only slowed down when someone stepped into your path.
"Hi—excuse me!"
A guy waved at you, his smile a bit crooked with obvious nervousness. You look up and was stunned by the amount of cameras around. You then notice it wasn't only a boy standing before you. They all look young and sported nervous smiles.
"We're a pre-debut group," Ohyul said carefully, clearly rehearsed, "we are LNGSHOT, and we're promoting right now, please give us a moment of your time," he bowed his head low.
You almost say no out of habit, but when he bowed down, someone behind him shifted into your view.
And your breath catches.
He looks different now—styled hair, baggy streetwear and a new sense of confidence you never saw on him before. But the moment he locked eyes with you, it all falls away.
Louis freezes.
Not dramatically, and not enough for the others to notice. He just went...still. And for a second, he doesn't blink. He had your name sitting on his tongue, itching to come out, but remained unspoken. You stare back, heart pounding. You two were bound to meet someday, but you didn't expect it to happen so quickly!
He seems to be taller now, his shoulders became broader, but those eyes...those were still the same eyes that used to look at you with so much love.
"Louis?" Ohyul glanced over his shoulder, murming his name before nudging him gently, "it's your turn."
He swallows slowly.
"Ah—yeah," his voice fortunately came out steady as he steps forward, politely offering you a CD using both of his hands. "Our debut is soon, January 13th, save the date and—please check us out," his fingers began to tremble slightly, and his voice grew quieter and quieter as he spoke.
You nod slowly to his words, not trusting your voice to remain stable if you speak.
When you finally take the CD, he exhales softly. "Thank you so much!" They all collectively chanted, giving you another polite bow with a genuine smile on their faces.
He was supposed to go with his group as they continued their promotion, and you were supposed to just head back to your apartment complex—but somehow, the two of you stayed rooted in place.
While the cameras began to disperse and focus on someone new, Louis found himself watching you—gauging your every expression, from the furrow of your brows to the slight widening of your eyes.
"You're here," he says quietly in French, voice unimaginably soft and gentle.
Your chest tightened.
And for the first time since you left France, you realize something.
You didn't just come to Korea for your future.
You came back to him.
—
A/N: IDK HOW MANY PARTS IM PLANNING TO MAKE FOR THIS, but definitely, they'll all be fluffy fluff bcuz we heart louis >_<
Hi! Hope you don't mind but I just wanted to say I adore your writing! I hope everything is going okay!
HELLO HII!!! thank you so much for dropping, im so glad you're enjoying the stuff im writing HAHA. everything is okay, thank you for your concern!!! it was just totally hectic the past couple of months, which was why i wasnt active and couldnt post AT ALL💔 buuut since its the holidays now, i will do my best to post frequently <33
ﾟ+.ﾟ"Cause we've no time for getting old"—"mortal body, timeless souls, cross your fingers, here we go."
Sypnosis: Debuting in CORTIS as the new member; a leaked video of you and pre-debut CORTIS went viral, leading fans to demand that they debut you to the group as the sixth member. Your dreams and passions reignite, and you're finally stepping into the life you've imagined for yourself—how does it all unfold?
Pair: CORTIS x Male! 6th member! READER
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; noona, maknae and hyung, the use of [name], NOT PROOFREAD, and as usual, the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33
A/N: ITS BEEN TWO MONTHS AGAIN HEELPPP, anyways i tried to make part 3 a little longer so i hope you enjoy!!! ill update you all as soon as part 4 is made >_< as usual, please dont be afraid to leave comments or give me ur insights, it'd be very appreciated!!
• PART I • PART II • PART III (you're here!) • PART IV •
—☆
It's well past midnight, but Martin was given instructions earlier to keep the members in practice until Seo arrived.
Everyone was tired from running through the choreography a million times, but no one really complained—atleast, not out loud. The energy hanging around was strange, it was a little more tense than usual, too deliberate for a normal rehearsal.
Martin didn't dare to tell them what exactly were they waiting for. All the members knew was that once Manager Seo arrived, they would be given the freedom to retreat back to the dormitory. "Is it another surprise evaluation?" Keonho was the first to break the silence, his voice toppling over the thick atmosphere inside the room.
Everybody shrugged, except Martin, who only stood near the mirrors with his arms folded. "If it is another surprise evaluation, I swear to—" Keonho was cut off with the sound of the door sliding open.
Manager Seo stepped in, and somebody hovered outside behind her. The music cut, and for a second, no one dared to move or speak.
"Everyone..." Seo commanded attention with her voice, "thank you all for waiting."
Martin pushed himself off the mirrors and slowly inched closer to Manager Seo with every passing moment.
Emerging from outside, you carried your duffle bag nervously, heels quiet against the floorboards.
James blinked rapidly, Juhoon sat up straighter from his chair, Keonho froze and Seonghyeon's eyes widened a fraction.
Their leader only grinned, barely able to contain his excitement at the sight of you. "Hey," you said quietly, voice a little unsteady from your nervousness, "it's uhh, it's been a while."
Seo nodded her head briefly, "after seeing the leaked video online about [Name], with careful consideration, the company has decided to officially bring in a new member of CORTIS," she explained slowly.
"I'm sure you all are acquainted with [Name]," she stepped aside, "he will be joining us as the sixth member of CORTIS, so please welcome him,"
Without much hesitance, everyone began to surround you, big grins plastered on their faces at the idea of having a new member.
"No way, dude! Welcome back!" James clapped his hands on your shoulder, his RBF melting away to show a genuine smile.
"Welcome back, hyung!" Keonho smiled, eyes crinkling into crescents from how big his grin was.
Seonghyeon shook your hand and gave you a thoughtful pat on the back, uttering a barely audible 'nice to have you here' before pulling away.
Juhoon smiled and stood from a respectable distance, nodding his head towards you as he tried to grasp the whole situation.
Martin's eyes met yours, and for a moment, the practice room felt like it disappeared. "So..." he exhaled with a small smile, "guess you couldn't stay gone afterall, huh?" he pulled you into a hug, patting your back as if he couldn't believe you were actually real.
"I guess so," you answered, only pulling away when Manager Seo clapped to catch everyone's attention.
"Please get [Name] settled in the dorms, we'll start to adjust practice tomorrow morning—call time is 6:30, be there."
—"[Name], it's really nice to have you back here. For now, please head back and rest, we've got a long day ahead of us."
Everyone clapped at Seo's words and began to gather their bags when she left. "I genuinely thought you were gonna make the lineup, hyung," Keonho put the cap over his head, "you practically excelled in every field, I don't know why they didn't take you!"
"Agree," James nodded his head, standing next to you near the door, "but putting that aside, we're more than happy to have you back here with us—no joke."
The sincerity in his voice was real, and you couldn't help but be moved by it.
All five of them had different reactions to your sudden appearance.
They were each their own person, each their own color—and somehow, they had space for one more.
—
The dorm was quieter than you remember.
You suppose it was because there were no trainees occupying the other rooms.
The arrangement of who sleeps where was arranged by age—meaning the hyungs would all be roommates, while those on the younger line stick with each other.
While you settled inside the room, they all began to take quick showers after one another. James was the first to finish, and he darted to the kitchen to microwave food for everybody.
He reheated some pizza slices in the fridge and a bucket of leftover chicken from their last takeout.
And once everyone was a little calm now, you all hung out in the living room, enjoying each other's presence as the night softened with small talks.
After a while, the others began to spread out, now in their own little corner of the the room.
Juhoon and Keonho seemed to playing a game in the TV, James was quietly scrolling on his feed over the counter, Seonghyeon was just curled up in the couch with his phone.
You lingered near the window, still quite unsure where you fit in with them.
Martin joined you without a word.
He leaned against the pane as the two of you watch the city lights reflecting faintly in the glass, casting a soft silhouette of the two of you together side by side—just like the old times.
"So," he said, breaking the comfortable silence, "is this the comeback you imagined?"
You huffed a soft laugh, "no, not really..." your eyes drift low, settling on your hands.
Martin glanced at you, "you look tired," his voice dropped low.
"I am," you admitted, "I really thought...this part of my life was over,"
Martin stayed quiet for a moment, letting everything settle before speaking softer, "yeah, I was angry when you left."
You turned to face him, eyes widening a fraction, "you didn't say anything..."
"—well, I didn't exactly know how to," he scratched his cheeks awkwardly, "you trained as if your life was on the line, I saw the effort you poured into every rehearsal and evaluation," he sighed, shaking his head slightly, "and then they just—they decide to cut you off, like all your hardwork meant nothing."
Your throat tightened at his quiet admission.
"Honestly...I tried to move on," you sucked your teeth, easing a screwed smile on your face, "I really did."
Martin nodded slowly, "but you're back here, with us."
You met his eyes, and there's a sense of sturdiness and promise in them.
"And I'm glad it was you," he added, "I wouldn't know what to do if it was anyone else."
For the first time since the start of everything, you felt your chest loosen—like the weight was finally lifted off your shoulders, like you could finally breathe.
The city hummed quietly outside, distant but alive. And it made you wonder; maybe you didn't come back just because it felt like you had to, maybe some things just....never really leave you at all.
—
A/N: well this seemed to lean towards the martin x reader spectrum a lot more huh....LOL my favoritism is showing
short a/n: i js did this for the sake of keeping this account floating I PROMISE ILL POST A PART THREE FOR MY SERIES SOON (..once i get the motivation atleast...)
ﾟ+.ﾟ"Cause we've no time for getting old"—"mortal body, timeless souls, cross your fingers, here we go."
Sypnosis: Debuting in CORTIS as the new member; a leaked video of you and pre-debut CORTIS went viral, leading fans to demand that they debut you to the group as the sixth member. Your dreams and passions reignite, and you're finally stepping into the life you've imagined for yourself—how does it all unfold?
Pair: CORTIS x Male! 6th member! READER
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; noona, maknae and hyung, the use of [name], NOT PROOFREAD and as usual, the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33
A/N: this is part two! you can find part one in the link below / in my profile !! for everything to make sense, i suggest to read the previous part first, but yeaah, anyways!!!! please enjoy >_<
• PART I • PART II (you're here!!) • PART III • PART IV •
—☆
It was well past midnight when Martin was woken up to the sound of his phone ringing.
"Martin, emergency meeting at the HQ, keep it confidential."
That was what they told him. Without even brushing his wild bed hair, he slipped out of the dormitories, careful not to wake the other members. He walked to the HYBE building a few blocks away, wondering why the hell would they call for a meeting at 1:34 AM in the morning.
He arrives at the conference room in less than ten minutes, seeing a row of the executives already sat and seemingly waiting for him. "I'm sorry for being late," he bent down politely, his voice rough from sleep. "It's okay, sit down," Manager Seo pat the empty chair beside her, and Martin obliged without much complaints. The lead executive started the meeting, then they all just chimed in with their own insights.
Martin was lost, just quietly listening to them talking about something. They all mentioned something about giving the fans what they wanted, about taking the opportunity for easy publicity....and about a leaked video?
He wasn't catching on. There was still a missing piece in the puzzle, and he wasn't quite sure what it was.
Until...
"Was it really [Name] though? It could've been Sohei for all we know, those two always looked alike after all..." one of the executives piped up, ultimately catching Martin's distant attention.
This whole meeting was about you?
Why?
Martin listened in stunned silence as they began explaining the plan. You might be coming back to the label. You might be debuting as CORTIS's sixth member. "But, until he agrees," the lead executive spoke up, "this is strictly confidential and stays between us. We can't risk rumors that'll destabilize the group," the older man shot a look at Martin, "understood, lad?" The young boy nodded, muttering out a quiet 'yes'.
His mind raced at the thought of you coming back. He has never been this excited since he found out he was in the final lineup of CORTIS. He was already picturing the practice room, filled with not only five people, but now six. He's imagining the choreo they've perfected for five, wondering how they'll fit you in the dance, and not to mention, the songs too. But all of his worries go away when he's suddenly hit with the nostalgic feeling of you dancing beside him like before—in complete, total sync.
He's grinning like a fool on his way back to the dorms, daydreaming about everything that will unfold if you did decide to join CORTIS.
—
In the back seat of the company van, you sat with your small backpack on your feet and your phone buzzing quietly with notifications from Twitter.
Manager Seo was in the front with the driver, and a staff member was on your right. "So, [Name]," Manager Seo turned around to face you, causing you to straighten your posture out of respect for her, "we're gonna be working with a one month time-frame, okay?"
You nodded.
"One month to bring you up to speed with CORTIS's setlist, choreography, recording sessions and all the promotional content. It's gonna be brutal," your pulse quickened, all of that within one month? It seemed almost impossible.
"But don't worry, I'll handle your schedule. My job is to make sure you can survive this, we'll start train smart and we'll make it work," she then proceeded to sit back, bringing out her tablet to draft a calendar for your activities. "Have you informed your mom about all of this?" She asked, "oh, I'll tell her when I get home..." you see Seo nod in the corner of your eye.
Outside the tinted window, the city lights blurred past like streaks of silver rain. The weight of your dream began settling in again, just like how it did three years ago when you started as a trainee. It's clearly heavier this time, but it's real.
Two hours later, the van pulled up to the laundromat, where you'd been renting a tiny room with your mom. Manager Seo followed you upstairs, she watched from the door as you quietly conversed with your mom—who was still surprisingly up despite the late hour.
The talk went on for a few minutes, and at that point, Seo began thinking about helping you convince your mom. But then all of a sudden, she sees her hug you tightly, and then everything just fell into place from there on. You packed whatever stuff you had, clothes, personal belongings, your toothbrush, phone charger, headphones—all your necessities fit in one, large duffel bag.
"I'll see you again ma, it's not like im disappearing forever..." you press a small kiss on your mother's head, "I'm only two hours away from you, I'll send you money for rent and buy you some stuff, 'kay?" It was hard leaving your mom alone, especially since she was a little on the older side.
"Maam, if it'll ease your mind..." Manager Seo stepped in, a polite smile on her face, "we'll have somebody pick you up tomorrow so you can live in Seoul near your son's dormitory. I can arrange an apartment for you there, and then [Name] can visit you anytime he wants without too much trouble."
You sighed in relief at Seo's suggestion, wondering if that was what she originally planned for since she came with you upstairs. "Hear that, ma? Go pack your stuff tomorrow, then I'll see you there, yeah?"
By the time your mom had finally settled to let you go, it was already 11 in the evening. The room felt smaller as you closed the door behind you, you waved your mom one last goodbye before heading back to the van, ready to pick up where you left from and finally make your dream come true. The ride to Seoul was quieter than earlier.
Seo had finished her draft while you were packing up in your room earlier, and now she handed the tablet for the other staff member to revise and check for missing details. She then answered a few calls in a hushed tone while you stared out the highway, your heart pounding relentlessly with a mix of dread, excitement and adrenaline.
She hung up the last phone call and glanced at you through the mirror, "I've informed Martin about this, he's gonna be keeping the others for a late-night rehearsal, so they'll all be there when we arrive."
You swallowed hard.
Martin and the others...
What would they think about this? About the whole situation? You can't help but imagine the priceless looks on their face–it got your heart pounding faster than it was earlier.
Silence then proceeded to hang in the air, leaving you with your loud thoughts that threatened to consume you whole.
ﾟ+.ﾟ"Cause we've no time for getting old"—"mortal body, timeless souls, cross your fingers, here we go."
Sypnosis: Debuting in CORTIS as the new member; a leaked video of you and pre-debut CORTIS went viral, leading fans to demand that they debut you to the group as the sixth member. Your dreams and passions reignite, and you're finally stepping into the life you've imagined for yourself—how does it all unfold?
Pair: CORTIS x Male! 6th member! READER
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; noona, maknae and hyung, the use of [name], NOT PROOFREAD and as usual, the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33
A/N: omg, its been 2 months since i posted so here are two parts of the first and new series im gonna do for CORTIS!!! both of the parts are 1000+ words long so i hope it makes up for the time ive been gone hwjsshjsjs—anywaysss, please enjoy as usual, and dont be shy to drop in my request section🥺
• PART I (you're here!!)• PART II • PART III • PART IV •
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The freezer door hissed shut behind you.
You had just finished restocking the fridge with bottled beverages from the storage room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner in the small store was steady, similar to a dull heartbeat that you're already used to. It's been a few weeks since you took this late shift to pay rent, juggling your classes and working side-hustles in the late evening.
Months ago, your nights weren't as boring. It was filled with bass music and endless rehearsals.
Now, it was just barcode scanners, checking the stocks and keeping up with the occasional rude customers. You tried to convince yourself that it was fine, that it was normal. This was the life you put on hold for three years to chase a dream that slipped through your fingers when HYBE announced the final lineup for CORTIS—five trainees that wasn't you.
You remember that empty night. You cried for a day, or maybe two. Then you mustered up the courage to pack your belongings to return to the small room you used to occupy above a laundromat. You were bitter back then, and you were broke. But you were determined to move on, to build your life back up again.
However...every time their teaser videos played in the TV at your room, or maybe autoplayed on your phone, a little knot of envy would tighten in your chest ever so slightly. You told yourself to stop it. To stop dwelling on what had happened and just focus on what was happening. It was...hard, to say the least.
At around 10:15pm, you decided to take a break. The convenience store was now fairly empty, no rowdy teens goofing off or drunk middle aged men roaming around. You take one final look at the place before deciding to slump behind the counter, opening Twitter to kill some time.
You check the trends list out of habit, noticing an unfamiliar hashtah at the top of it—
#MysteryTrainee
Out of curiosity, you searched it up. The thumbnail of the top post caught your attention, and you decided to watch it, see if it was worth the hype and everything else.
It was a grainy video. You could barely make out what was happening if you hadn't squinted. It was dim in the video, but it didn't take you long enough to recognise what was going on—it was you.
Someone had uploaded a clip from the trainee evaluation months ago. You were fairly certain that the white walls and the ceiling to floor mirrors were the same ones at the practice room back in the HYBE building. This was recorded in the practice room you used to see almost everyday three years ago.
You were performing a dance routine alongside the other CORTIS members (before they were announced to be the trainees for the final lineup of the group). You all moved in sync, footsteps echoing to the beat of the song before the camera shook and the video clip ended. The video had already reached 4.7 million views. And the comments were filled with buzzing excitement and hype for this "mystery trainee".
You hurriedly check the comment section to see what people sajd about this, biting back a small smile on your face.
DAAAANG, who the heck is this trainee?? Why wasnt he in the final lineup??🤨
Whos that dude in the front????? This is pre-debut cortis right??
Synchronisation go brrr, dude that mystery trainee be poppin AWFFF!!
HYBE!!! debut that man, ASAP☝️☝️
Your stomach dropped—you weren't even aware that someone was filming back then. There was nothing to describe the shock you were going through. Thousands of fans were practically yelling at HYBE to debut you alongside CORTIS, and the rest were arguing that it was impossible for them to debut a new member, seeing as their album drops in about a month now. They all argued online that 5 was already perfect and good enough, but majority are biting back to have you debut with CORTIS because of the chemistry.
You're snapped out of your little trance when the windchime by the door jingled. You turn around, fully expecting a customer, but instead, you see bodyguard-like men donned in black. And from behind them, was a woman who you recognized almost immediately.
"Manager Seo?" Your mouth hung open, and you immediately scrambled to greet her politely. Manager Seo was one of the trainee coordinators you grew close with back then, she was always so nice and soft-spoken, which was what drew you close to her. "[Name]," she pushed past the two men in front of her, removing the cap on her head as she smiled at you. "It's been so long, hasn't it?"
She reached out to take your hand in hers, her smile radiating that warmth you've missed, "how have you been holding up?" You chuckled at her question, shaking her hands with fervor, "I've been doing well, noona. Just...trying to adjust to my new normal now,"
"Well, that's nice to know," she let go of your hands, watching as you cleared your throat before speaking up again, "we uh, we just need to talk about something," you sense the change in her gentle tone, it was much more serious now, and you hummed, encouraging her to continue."I'm not sure if you've heard but..." she drew a tablet out from her tote bag, "there's a video going viral online, on Twitter specifically."
You feel your shoulders and muscles tense at this.
"Oh, uh...yeah?" You decided to act oblivious to the situation, leaning in when she showed you the video on the tablet. You watch it with feign curiosity, forcing yourself to be confused as the video comes to an end. "It's a little low quality, yes, but it has over millions of views now..." "Oh wow," you muttered out, straightening your back when she began to withdraw the tablet from you. You waited for her to say something, but she only looked at you with a disecting gaze. You felt sweaty beneath her eyes, what was she doing right now?
Manager Seo sighed, tucking the tablet back in her bag before deciding to reveal the truth. "That video was leaked from one of our staffs. It's you and the others during the last eval before the final lineup," her voice softened once again, taking on a much more gentler tone as she broke the news to you, "the video's everywhere, the fans are demanding us to recruit you in CORTIS."
"...and if you're willing to, the executives decided that they want you back."
You fell silent, washed over in complete shock as if finding out you were going viral wasn't enough.
"[Name], they want you to debut with CORTIS as the sixth member."
For a moment, all you heard was the quiet hum of the air conditioner above you. Debut—the word that you've buried deep inside, the dream you'd already mourned and left behind.
Manager Seo caught your gaze, and she sensed the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling. "Hey, you don't have to answer right now, okay?" She reached out to pat your shoulders, "we're not forcing you to do this or anything...but fighting the hype they have for you is a waste of free publicity for the group." She muttered out, noticing how you were now slowly absorbing her words. "We'll come back to you soon, and you can tell us then—" "No wait..!" You interrupt her, your heart beating out of your ears, bringing adrenaline to your veins and warmth to your skin.
"I...I'll take it. I'll do it, noona." You nodded at her with a newfound determination, the gleam in your eyes shining brightly as they reflect the light above.
"I'll be a part of CORTIS...if you'll have me."
Manager Seo could only grin at your answer, "really?" She returned your eager nod with one of her own, liking the fire she saw in you "well then, let's not waste anymore time—let's get you up and packing for Seoul!"
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A/N: comments r soo appreciated guys, i wanna know if the stories im writing r any good at all so dont be shy >_< !! anyways, let me post part two in a sec, then ill write part 3 and 4 tmr!!
ﾟ+.ﾟ"Everytime I look into your eyes, I see it"—"you're all I need."
Sypnosis: Painting Jiung while he draws you in his sketchpad!
Pair: P1harmony JIUNG x Male! 7th Member! Reader
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; hyung and the use of [name], Reader is said to have been an art major, relationship might lean a little bit more on the romantic side but (imho) can still be platonic! >_<
A/N: jiung's msg on fromm motivated me to post this🙏sorry for the grammatical errorsss, im too lazy to proofread TT anw!!! thank u for the likes and followers as usuaaal, ill try my best to actively post more here on tumblr!
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Your face was basked in the soft dusk light of the sun.
It highlighted the contours of your face, from the dip of your nose to the curve of your cheekbones. Jiung found himself smiling at the sight, the sketchpad resting snuggly in his lap while he drew you in the page. You were doing the same thing too, only difference was that you were painting him. He could see the colors smudged in your shirt and forearms—you practically used yourself as a palette, which was a laughable matter for Jiung. You take the occasional glances at him, trying to capture his features as much as he tried to do with you.
"Are you done?" He heard you ask, to which he shook his head and muttered out a 'no'.
"I think we'll be here forever," a chuckle left his lips at your remark. Jiung lifted his head and looked at you, "hold on, I might be done already," he whispered, his gaze pausing on you before you turned to look at him, "really? Can I see?" You peered over his lap, but he shielded the sketchpad from your eyes while he wiggled his index finger in a 'nuh uh' motion.
"Not until you're done too!" He protested, a small playful frown on his face. Jiung sees the way you rolled your eyes and it brought him to laugh, "just paint faster, slow poke," he closed the pad, not missing the way you quietly scoffed under your breath, "easy for you to say," you respond to him.
He placed the pad on the table behind him, bringing his phone out with the intention of commemorating the moment through a picture. Jiung moved slowly, pretending to be scrolling through his messages while he subtly angled his wrist upwards to capture a candid picture of you. He made sure to zoom in, focusing the camera on you and the canvas before he snapped a photo. The shutter sound echoed, and he immediately scrambled to make it seem like he was taking a selfie.
You instinctively look at him, seeing him hold a peace sign up while he took a picture of 'himself' with the camera on his lap. When you looked back at your painting, he internally sighed out of relief. Jiung snapped another selfie to not seem suspicious and then he began to pocket his phone, "don't move too much," you grumbled, "just stay still, hyung,"
He nodded, chirping out an apology before he sat still on his stool.
It was like that for a few long minutes before you leaned back and stretched your limbs out, "done," you smiled, placing the brush on the mug of dirty, colored water alongside the other brushes. Jiung grinned, grabbing the sketchpad behind him and flipping to the page where your face was drawn in.
"Let me see yours first," he craned his neck forward, almost resting his chin on your shoulders. You move a little bit for him to see it better. At first, he doesn't say anything, which made you anxious and shy. His silence made you fidget with your hands, but then he swung an arm around you and pulled you close to him, "what else did I expect from an art major?" He chuckled, ruffling your hair playfully while pressing the side of his head against yours.
You wrap an arm around his torso and laughed alongside him, "do you like it?" You glanced at him, "like it? I love it, [name]! You're seriously so talented," he gaped, his arm now loosely hanging around your shoulders while he continued to stare at the painting.
It was so simple, yet so intricate at the same time. The way his eyes had more details than his face made him feel a little warm inside. You painted him smiling, seemingly the moment from earlier when the two of you began sketching each other. Jiung wasn't aware of how long he was running his eyes over the painting. It was only when you shook him and asked to see your portrait that he reeled back to reality. "Hey, come on, hyung," you pinched his hand, causing him to wince slightly, "let me see mine!" You insisted, watching as he took one last glance at his sketchpad before he handed it to you.
"It's ugly, but, yeah," he scratched his cheeks awkwardly, knowing that you were more experienced in this field rather than him. "Whaat?" You furrowed your brows ar his comment, "it's literally so pretty, what do you mean?" You ran a gentle finger at the textured page, careful as to not smudge the pencil marks. Jiung found himself laughing, "you don't have to be so nice," his gaze paused on your expression, watching as your eyes take in the details he added in your portrait.
"I love the eyes," you muttered out, noticing how he drew your eyes with a gleam much more brighter than it actually was in real life.
"Yeah?" He breathed out, his smile widening when he sees you nod your head.
"I like them too," Jiung poked your cheeks, "veeery much."
ﾟ+.ﾟ"Not anyone, you're the one, more than fun,"—"you are the sanctuary."
Sypnosis: Jongseob's comfort person and favorite hyung happens to be you !
Pair: P1harmony JONGSEOB x Male! 7th member! Reader
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; hyung and the use of [name], the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33
A/N: I love my seobbi, this is for my fellow seobbi biased p1eces out hereee, thank you for the likes TT it's not much but i hope you enjoy this!!
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There's a heavy silence that stretched upon the studio for a long while.
Jongseob lightly chewed the back of his pen, frowning at the page of lyrics he was trying to finish. There were lots of scribbles and corrections, he didn't exactly know what was up with him today. It's late, and he was nowhere near to finishing his work. He felt a little bit bothered, he had never been in the slumps this hard before, and he doesn't even know why. His frustration grew with every second that passed by. He set the pen down the desk, an irritated sigh slipping past his lips.
"Hey," the door creaked open loudly, ultimately grabbing Jongseob's distant attention, "it's late." You let yourself inside the studio, the fluorescent lights highlighting the sweat gleaming on your limbs and skin. "What are you still doing here?" You murmured, dropping your bag down the floor while you collapsed on the small couch against the wall.
Jongseob shrugged, turning in his chair to face you, "I could ask you the same thing," he crossed his arms, "I was practicing," you answered truthfully, "I guess you're composing something right now?" You gestured your head to the desktop displaying the software Jongseob used in creating music. "Mhm," he hummed, sinking into the cushions of his chair with a low groan, "I haven't really finished yet, still stuck at the lyrics," he scratched his cheeks, avoiding your eyes as he slightly turned to the side.
"You? Stuck making lyrics?" You raised a brow, "that's new, what's up?" You stood up from your seat, approaching his table to see what he had as of the moment.
"You still write, right, hyung?" Jongseob ignored your remark, facing you while you reviewed the drafts on his notebook. "Yeah, sometimes," you nodded, eyes skimming over the lyrics poorly jotted down the page. Jongseob involuntarily gulped, fidgeting with the armrest of his chair while he waited for you to say something. "...Well?" He sighed, subtly bringing himself closer to you.
"You want my opinion? Or help?" You straightened yourself up, propping a hand on your hip while using your other hand to lean against the table. Jongseob shrugged once more, "both?" He replied, a lopsided smile tugging on his lips. "Well I can't say much about the lyrics, they're pretty neat already," you grabbed a small stool from the side, sitting next to Jongseob in his table, "I'll just help you to the best I can," you muttered out, grabbing the mouse to play the short melody he composed. "Okay," he nodded firmly, chewing his bottom lip to hold back his smile before handing you the headphones on his neck, "here."
That night, the two of you spent roughly about 3 hours on the song, throwing each other some verses and lines, freestyling and humming out some unintelligible lyrics in hopes to randomly find the right one.
It was on nights like these that Jongseob was especially thankful for your presence. You were always leaning more on the quiet side, speaking only when spoken to, but you become much more vocal when it came to helping solve problems like this.
You didn't have much of a presence online, barely posting anything on the shared account of the members, but you were incredibly talented despite your lack of social media presence. You were sporty, having been a varsity player for soccer and a few other sports back in your highschool days. You were creative, particularly helpful in figuring out the group's next concept for a comeback.
Jongseob liked that about you—how you excelled in almost every field there is (whether that be playing sports or perfoming as an idol). Despite your tendency to get quiet, even on your own group members, you were putting a lot of effort into P1Harmony and doing genuine hardwork for the P1eces.
So when he was asked one day at a fansign event; who was his greatest inspiration for his work, he didn't hesitate to say your name. He looks out to the row of excited P1eces who then waited for his explanation, then to his members beside him, then he pauses on you. "I don't doubt he's my greatest inspiration ever. Although I do have a lot of people who gave me motivation, support and love, [Name] hyung is..." he stopped, trying to come up with the right word, but his mind stayed awfully blank.
"...he's like found-family, you know? Someone who went from being a stranger, to a friend, to my family," he looked back at the crowd, earning a wave of 'aww's' and bright smiles from the fans.
His members teased him, calling him biased for picking just you, but he couldn't bring himself to care much. When he looked back at you, you were smiling too. But not in the usual way you would whenever you were at fansigns like these, it was...different this time. Warm and gentle.
It felt like spring blossomed in his chest when he saw your soft expression, the next thing he knew, he was being pulled into your embrace. Leaving him in fits of high-pitched giggles and laughter while you ruffled his hair playfully.
If only he could weld the two of you together like this forever, Jongseob would do just that without another thought. And looking back at it now...he answered the question wrong. You weren't just family to him—
ﾟ+.ﾟ"When I start to tumble from the sky, you remind me how to fly,"—"lately I've been feeling not alive, but you bring me back to life."
Sypnosis: Recharging with P1harmony after a crazy schedule!
Pair: P1harmony x Male! 7th member! READER
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; hyung, the use of [name] and maknae, as usual, the relationship can be considered platonic or romantic <33
A/N: thank you for the likesss, sorry it took me this long to post again and im sorry if its short TT i really just wanted to drop this because ive seen how hard our boys are working, and i js hope that they have moments similar to this fic irl ykkk?? I love piwon sm, i feel bad for stanning too latee
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Constantly dozing off wasn't particularly rare between the members.
Everyone was putting a hundred and ten percent in the promotions, attending a bunch of shows, interviews and doing covers for magazines this comeback. It's been like that ever since debut, but with this certain comeback, everyone was grinded to the bone. You couldn't rest for more than just a few minutes, couldn't sleep for a minimum of two hours before you have to get up and running—you were all overworked, and right now, no one was blaming you for falling asleep on the practice room after a hectic schedule.
You were sprawled out on the floorboards, head lolled to the side as you quietly snoozed with sweat glistening on your limbs and forehead.
Soul was right next to you, head resting on one of your extended arm as he curled up like a ball. Everyone else either sat on a chair or was leaning against the wall. Heavy silence dawned over the room, and no one dared to break the peace it somehow offered. You all just finished multiple rounds of practice, only getting a total sum of twenty minutes for resting. It's late in the evening, and finally, everyone was permitted to leave. But no one does, not really.
After catching his breath, Intak went up to you and Soul on the floor, plopping on your other arm with a grunt. He mimicked the other boy's pose, curling up to your side as you lay there, still peacefully asleep on the cold floor. Shuffling feet then scurry closer to the three of you, Keeho was approaching the forming group with a small grin, "scoot over," he kneeled down, slipping in between you and Intak.
He wrapped an arm around your middle, feeling Intak throw a leg over his own behind him. Theo was surprisingly next to lay down. He settled in next to Soul, crossing his arms and bending his leg upwards until his knees hit the younger boy's back.
"Oh, we're seriously doing this?" Jongseob watched as Jiung became the next one to drop right on top of you, earning him a soft grunt from your lips. "Come onnn, we won't be complete without our maknae," Keeho lifted his head, removing his arm, that was previously around you, to rest them on Jiung's back instead. Jongseob, despite rolling his eyes at his hyung's insistence, walked on over with a held back grin on his face. He took the spot above you, resting his head on the floor before he pressed your own head against his.
Everyone stayed like that for a long second.
Even as the cameras zoomed in to film this wholesome moment, not a single one of you moved to stand up and leave.
When you woke up from your short nap, you noticed the lights were all out now and that there were blankets around you. Wait no...these aren't blankets! You huffed slightly, feeling someone on top of you and a few others on both sides of your arm.
The staff had turned out all the lights and quietly exited the room after clipping the moment, leaving everyone resting on the floor since it was very well-deserved. Although you were serving as a warm, human pillow for your members right now, you couldn't find it in yourself to move and disturb their sleep. Afraid to accidentally wake them up, you found yourself closing your eyes, listening to their snores and the mechanical humming of the air conditioner to lull yourself back to sleep.
ﾟ+.ﾟ"...All my friends keep saying that I'm way too good to you,"—"but my heart is so invested I don't want to face the truth."
Sypnosis: (Unknowingly) being Soul's favorite!
Pair: P1harmony's SOUL x Male! 7th member! READER
Warnings: Not much, mentions of honorifics; hyung and the use of [name], the relationship between Soul and Reader can be seen as platonic or romantic! >__< NOT PROOFREAD, I apologize for the grammatical errors in my work, English isn't my first languageee...
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It started way back during trainee days.
In a world filled with foreign strangers and a whole new language from his mother tongue, Soul knew he was bound to be lost at some point. A dream to put a smile to everyone's faces, and a dream to show the world his passion for dancing, came with a lot of obstacles that sometimes would lead him back to the bottom.
But even so, Soul continued on with this path.
As P1harmony first debuted, Soul looked up to you like a light cutting through the darkness. You were the one who stepped up to guide him, to teach him and communicate with him despite the barrier between you two. You were always so patient, so kind and gentle with him—"are you alright? You shouldn't push yourself too hard, Soul!"
He remembered the countless of nights he spent in the dance practice room, and in every single memory he has of that room, you were always there. You watched over him while he practiced till he got every detail down, you reminded him to take a break every now and then, and you would always stay until he finished to walk back to the dorms with him.
He didn't know it back then, but his admiration for you grew into something he had no idea how to express, or even handle! You were more than just a guiding light for him, more than just his group member—you were someone he held really close to his heart like family.
You proved to be a reliable source of support for when he goes through tough times. And he always made sure to show you he appreciated your effort into actively making him feel more comfortable and confident with himself.
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It was one of those late nights again. He's sweating bullets and dancing nonstop till he's engraved in his mind the steps he found difficult to execute. Usually, you'd come and find him the moment he disappears from the dorm an hour later. But right now, looking at the time, you were running a bit late (yes, he's sort of established this in his schedule LOL). He forced himself to take a break after dancing for two hours or so, plopping down the floorboards with a tired sigh while looking at his reflection in the mirror.
Did you pass out in your bed?
He wondered, grabbing his phone propped up on the wall and swiping it open to your contact. His fingers hesitate and hover over your profile, clearly a bit unsure if he should dial you just because you forgot to check up on him. But as if on cue, the door swung open, lo and behold you in all your sleepy glory. "Shota," you call out to him, your hair tangled and your eyes practically drooping with sleepiness. "[Name]!" Soul replies a little too excitedly, jumping to stand up before walking (running) towards you.
"It's late, go back to the dorms with me," you advised, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes as he engulfed you in a warm hug, "you're so sweaty ew," you playfully shoved him, a laughter much needed erupting between the two of you.
"I'm almost done, hyung, just a few more seconds," Soul responded, "I want to make this performance perfect for our p1eces, I want to give it my all!" He added, enthusiasm leaking through his voice. "You're always giving it your all, Sho, they know you are," you reached out to ruffle his hair, "but fine, a few more minutes, then we'll go, 'kay?" You swore you could see stars in his eyes as he nodded vigorously before turning around to immediately wrap up with his solo practice.
You dragged a chair from the corner, sitting down on it with crossed arms and legs spread. You watched him in the mirror, as his long limbs moved like clockwork, dancing out the choreo with practiced ease from the time he's spent in the room. Then, as promised, he finished after a few more minutes passed.
You see him turn the speaker off and you took that as a sign he was done. The two of you fixed up the room, he pulled the massive speaker to the side and disconnected his phone from it before he turned to you, who was already standing by the door. "Let's go?" You yawned, attempting to fix your wild hair, which earned a chuckle from Soul.
He pulled a beanie over his head and walked to you, nodding his head in response to your question. He helped you tame your bed hair before letting you head outside first as he closed up the practice room. You then proceeded to ask him if he ate dinner yet, which he obviously hasn't done, so you offered to go outside to eat.
It was one of those nights, yes, but each and every one of them was different from the other. All the more reason to admire your whole being as a person.
—You being Soul's favorite would probably include tons and tons of affection from the boy. What you two have could be similar to how he treats Keeho! He's always right next to you during events, shootings and concerts (or just nearby). Constantly has his hand around you—intertwining fingers/pinkies, a hand around your waist/shoulders or maybe even thighs—with your consent, and if you were comfortable with it!
—Anything that he sees—anything that remotely reminds him of you— he'll immediately bring you up, or purchase it! "This is [name] hyung's favorite color, I know he told me why it's his favorite, but I forgot it wwww"
—Whenever he's craving for some affection, you're the first person he goes to. Your dorm room is always open for anyone, and he takes advantage of that fact, storming in whenever he wanted just to wrap his arms around you or talk to you or do whatever he felt like doing with you! "Hyung, can we play Minecraft?" "Hyung, wanna watch a movie?" Sometimes, he won't even say anything and just shove it right in your face, which would always earn him your laughter.
—If you're a talkative person, he'll always assure you that he never gets tired of your words, encouraging you to speak more to him even if he didn't understand the entirety of your rant. If you're not a talkative person however, he'll bask in the tranquility the silence offers and just enjoy your presence near him. He respects you, and he won't exactly force a conversation between you both, especially if you obviously dont want to! And since he likes keeping quiet on certain occasions, he will just sit next to you and watch as you scroll on your social media feed or such.
—Don't ask me why, but I see Soul keeping track of your preferences. Like, he knows what you like in food, clothes, etc and what you don't like! I can't exactly explain it through words but it goes something like this;
"And maybe tuna for [name?]" Keeho turned to face his members. You weren't in the table right now, but the waiter was already there, ready to take their orders, so he took the initiative to order for you, but then Soul spoke up, "he likes salmon better,"
"[Name] hyung doesn't eat beans," Soul removed the beans from your plate, who was currently taking a call outside, and placing it on his instead.
"Hyung doesn't like leather jackets, you can just buy him the hoodie," he peeked at what Jiung wanted to get you for your birthday, "and he likes personalized gifts more...so..." then he dips out quietly.
—Yeah! And that wraps this whole stuff up! I love Soul, I'm so glad I was able to write something for my favorite person <3 planning to do the whole piwon if this doesnt flops teeheee, idk we'll see!
