──── 「마틴」 💭.ᐣ.ᐟ martin x reader 彡 fluff. non idol au. established relationship. headcanons. w. 640 . . . . . ─ ꩜ .ᐟ 💬 requested!! SUPER SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY HUHU . . . . .
— martin is the type of guy who lowkey ragebaits you sometimes, just enough to make you pout before he softens and smiles like he didn’t just start it
— he’s the type to quietly hype you up when you feel insecure, not overly loud about it, but very sincere “you know you’re doing well, right?” and he means it
— the type to ask you to go on late-night walks with him when he needs to clear his head, hands in his pockets then slowly reaching for your hand like it’s instinct. “stay with me for a bit.”
— martin is the type to send voice messages of unfinished songs, soft humming, or guitar snippets then added a text, “thought of you while making this.”
— would say goodnight then five minutes later send you random reels or tiktoks because “this reminded me of you” or “this is so you it’s scary”
— he loves scooping you into hugs from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, squeezing you a little too tight because of his cute aggression. sometimes he’ll just stay there, not saying anything
— martin is the type to teach you instruments as dates. like guitar lessons that turn into him guiding your hands, laughing softly when you mess up, and telling you you’re doing good anyway
— he takes care of you without making it obvious. when you point it out and call it “princess treatment,” he just lets out a small laugh, “isn’t that normal?”
— the type to randomly kiss you mid-conversation, like a quick habit, then continue talking as if nothing happened but there’s a small smile on his face
— he notices things. if something reminds him of you, he’ll get it, just because it felt right
— martin doesn’t brag loudly, but when your name comes up around his friends, there’s this quiet pride in the way he talks about you
— he’s very emotionally aware. if something feels off, he won’t push or he won’t force you, but he’ll stay close, making sure you’re not alone in it
— he keeps a polaroid of you at the back of his phone and another one in his wallet. it’s a habit at this point, like he needs you with him everywhere
— when he sings to you, he holds eye contact naturally, not to tease, but because he’s that sincere. but if you look away first, there’s a small, knowing smile
— his hand naturally finds your lower back in crowds, guiding you without even thinking
— constantly reassures you whenever you overthink. he doesn’t get tired of it either, he’ll repeat it as many times as you need until you believe him
— the type to respectfully ask your parents before taking you out. he’s sometimes a bit nervous, but you can tell he wants to do things properly
— martin is the kind of person your family ends up liking easily, not because he tries too hard, but because he’s genuinely respectful and warm
— he remembers small details about you, your habits, your moods, the little things you don’t even notice about yourself
— he checks on you in simple ways like “did you eat?” “are you home?” “text me when you get there.” it’s routine for him
— the type to rest his forehead against yours when things get quiet, eyes soft, like he doesn’t need words in that moment
— the type to hold your hand absentmindedly, thumb brushing over your skin while he’s thinking or talking
— sometimes he’ll pause mid-conversation, look at you, and just smile slightly like something about you caught his attention again
— he says “come here” instead of your name when he wants you close, already reaching for you
— and more than anything, martin is the type to love you in a way that feels steady and real like no matter how busy his world gets, you’re something he always comes back to
heyyy!!! ive seen you take requests and i feel like people don't usually write for james from what i had seen so this is my request for james fan fic!
I was out eating ice cream orange colored and i thought this is almost the same color as his hair (james) so maybe do with that what you want!! or could be just a fluff fic anything! (love your writing btw keep it up!!💗)
HIIIII SUPER SORRY THAT I TOOK MONTHS 😭😭 BUT YES HERE U GOO!! and awee thankusmm anon 😣🤍
──── 「雨凡」 💭.ᐣ.ᐟ james x reader 彡 fluff. non idol au. established relationship. w. 938 . . . . . ─ ꩜ .ᐟ 💬 requested!! SUPER SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY HUHU + lowkey a bit back ?!. . . . . SYN. you suddenly find yourself flashing back to the time james had orange hair. even though his style has changed since then, you’ve always believed that every haircut suits him.
james had a new haircut.
it was shorter on the sides this time, the top left soft and slightly tousled like he hadn’t tried too hard, but you knew he had. he always did, even when he pretended he didn’t care. you’d always believed every haircut suited him. that wasn’t new. what was new was the way it tugged at an old memory you hadn’t visited in a while.
you didn’t even realize you were smiling until he called your name from across the room.
——————
last autumn had been colder than expected. the kind of afternoon where the air looked golden but felt sharp against your cheeks. leaves scattered across the park pathways, crunching under your shoes as you dragged james by the hand toward the ice cream truck parked near the benches.
james let you pull him, laughing in that airy, slightly breathy way of his. “in this weather?” he said, half incredulous, half amused.
his voice carried that teasing tone he always used when he thought you were being a little ridiculous. “it’s literally freezing and you still want ice cream?”
you didn’t even look back at him, too focused on your mission. “this weather will never stop me from getting my ice cream.”
he snorted softly. “you’re actually unbelievable.”
“and yet,” you shot back, finally glancing over your shoulder, “you’re still following me.”
james clicked his tongue but smiled anyway, that soft, fond smile he tried to hide by looking away.
when you reached the truck, you immediately leaned forward to scan the menu, the little printed photos slightly faded from the sun. james slipped a hand into his coat pocket, already pulling out his wallet without asking if he should.
“what do you want?” he asked. “the usual?”
you were about to nod. you always got the same flavor but then your eyes caught something different. a limited autumn special.
your gaze slowly drifted from the picture to james.
his hair back then had been that exact shade, it had looked wild and bold and completely him. he’d complained about the maintenance, about how it faded too fast, about how the stylist made him sit too long, but you’d secretly loved it.
he noticed you staring. james tilted his head slightly to the side, eyebrows lifting in confusion. “what?”
you quickly looked back at the menu and pointed. “i want this one.” he leaned closer to see. “that flavor?” he blinked. “you don’t even like that flavor though because it’s too sweet.”
you smiled to yourself. “i just want to try something new.”
james studied you for a second, like he was trying to figure out if you were serious, then sighed dramatically. “okay. but don’t steal mine when you regret it.”
“i won’t.”
“you always say that.”
you didn’t answer, just accepted the cone when it was handed to you. the cold bit at your fingers, and the first taste was exactly how he said it would be, too sweet.
but when you looked at him standing there, orange hair bright against the falling leaves, laughing at your immediate regret, you decided it was worth it.
——————
now, back in the present, james walked into the room, fresh from practice, hair damp from a quick shower. without saying anything, he crossed the space and dropped down beside you before shifting so his head rested on your lap. he always did that when he was tired
you automatically ran your fingers through his new haircut. it was softer than it looked.
“do you remember when i said i wanted to try a new ice cream last autumn?” you asked. he hummed in response, eyes already half-closed. comfortable. content. his hand loosely holding onto the hem of your sleeve.
“yeah,” he murmured. “you complained the whole time while eating it.”
you laughed softly. “i did not.”
“you did. you kept making that face.”
“it was too sweet.”
“exactly.”
you shook your head, still smiling. “do you know why i chose that flavor?”
james opened one eye and looked up at you. “because you like making bad decisions?”
“james.”
james grinned, unbothered. you brushed his hair back gently. “it was because of your hair back then.”
he blinked, then pushed himself up slightly on his elbows to look at you properly. “my hair?”
“the orange one,” you said. “it looked like that ice cream.”
there was a pause.
“so you picked a flavor you didn’t like because of my hair?” he asked, trying, and failing, to sound unimpressed.
you shrugged. “maybe.”
james stared at you for a moment, then leaned closer, eyes bright with that playful spark he got when he was about to say something dramatic.
“should i bring back the orange hair then?” he asked. “for you?”
you burst into laughter and shook your head. “no, silly. i’m not making you bleach your hair again just so i can eat better ice cream.”
“wow,” he gasped lightly. “so it’s about the ice cream?”
“no,” you said, softer now. your fingers traced the side of his face. “it’s about you. you look good in anything. any haircut, any color.” he went quiet for a split second—the way he always did when he was flustered but didn’t want to admit it.
then, instead of responding with words, he leaned forward and pressed quick kisses to your cheeks. one, two, three, exaggerated and playful.
“james!” you laughed, trying to push him away. “stop!”
“you’re prettier,” he shot back immediately, stubborn as ever. you rolled your eyes. “that doesn’t even make sense.”
Broooo James in “Barely Legal? Is Legal” pissed me tf OFFFFFFFFFFFFFF☹️☹️☹️ like i could never have the patience for a man who led me on, ghosted me, and then continued to ignore me once we could actually talk to each other. Like. You’re literally dead to me if you do that😀 I hope and pray that you find the motivation to write a second part when you come back from your hiatus (which I hope is going well) because I NEED to see him grovel and prove himself to y/n😭🫴🤌🫴🤌 anyways, thanks for destroying my mental state and feelings🥲🫶
BAHAHAHAHA FIRST OF ALL I AM SUPER SORRY FOR DESTROYING YOUR MENTAL STATE (but i assure you that ill fix it soon hehe) but real like i def would not go back if someone did that to me also HAHAH AND THANK YOU SMM! it might take awhile to get back into writing but hopefully soonnn hehe
hii everyone!! this is a bit of a late announcement, but ill be taking a break from tumblr for a while!! Ill try to finish as many pending requests as i can, but i really need to focus on my studies this semester and my real life responsibilities. Ill still do my best to keep in touch, im super sorry ☹️☹️ anyway, keep safe everyoneeee
Hiii!! Can you write abt Seonghyeon or Keonho or maybe both of them with Reader being an idol and she’s the same age as them and they suddenly developed a crush on her? (Reader could be from any group or entertainment) hehe 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
──── 「성현 & 건호」 💭.ᐣ.ᐟ seonghyeon x f!reader x keonho 彡 fluff. idol au. a teenage crush. reader’s same age with them. w. 3469 . . . . . ─ ꩜ .ᐟ 💬 requested!! this was so rushed + not proofread TT . . . . . SYN. it happened so unexpectedly, seonghyeon and keonho found themselves developing a crush on you at the exact same time, a silly little crush they both silently agreed to keep that way.
it all just happened naturally or at least, that’s what they told themselves later. one quiet evening, the two maknaes were scattered across their shared hotel suite, half-buried in blankets and phones after a long day of rehearsal.
the air conditioner hummed low, washing the room in a soft mechanical rhythm. somewhere between exhaustion and boredom, the faint sound of a melody drifted from seonghyeon’s phone, something familiar, light, and addictive.
keonho’s head tilted up immediately. “wait,” he said, squinting from across his bed, “is that… [group name]?”
seonghyeon blinked, half-caught. “how’d you even know that?”
keonho scoffed, tossing his phone aside as he sat up. “bro, everyone knows that song. their choreography went viral on tiktok last week. you seriously live under a rock?”
seonghyeon rolled his eyes, but keonho was already crossing the room, “and also, you know their maknae’s our age? y/n. she’s really good at dancing—” he stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on seonghyeon’s screen. it wasn’t the music video, it was a fancam. of you.
keonho grinned instantly. “oh, so this is what you’re doing.”
“no—” seonghyeon sat up immediately, nearly dropping his phone. “it was just— on my for you page, okay? i wasn’t searching for it.”
“uh huh,” keonho said, lips twitching. “just happened to be her fancam, huh?”
“seriously,” seonghyeon defended, brushing his fringe back. “i was watching choreography videos, it just appeared!”
“right… choreography,” keonho replied, dragging out the word as he leaned against the bed frame.
time passed without them noticing. what started as teasing turned into curiosity, and before long, they were sitting side by side on the same bed, watching your group’s youtube channel. they laughed quietly at your behind clips, your group’s chaotic energy, and the small moments where your laughter carried louder than the others. it was easy, unintentional, a slow realization that they were both paying a little too much attention whenever you appeared on screen.
“they’re actually funny,” seonghyeon said under his breath, smiling faintly. “yeah,” keonho murmured, eyes still glued to the screen. “but y/n she stands out.”
seonghyeon glanced sideways at him. “stands out, huh?”
“yeah,” keonho said casually, “you can tell she’s got something. maybe her stage presence?”
seonghyeon tried to look indifferent, but his grin betrayed him. “sure, sure. totally not because you’ve been watching her parts on loop.”
“like you weren’t,” keonho shot back.
their bickering picked up again, quick exchanges that sounded too close to playful arguing. the sound of muffled laughter echoed in the small room as the screen played your interview segment.
and then, the door opened.
martin stepped in, holding his phone. “guys, let’s go. we will go out for dinner. i’ve been calling—” he stopped.
his eyes landed on the ipad propped up in front of them, paused on a close-up shot of you mid-performance, your expression sharp and confident. keonho and seonghyeon both froze, glancing at each other like they’d been caught red-handed.
“…seriously?” martin said, blinking. “you guys are watching fancams now?”
“no— we were just— researching stage dynamics,” keonho said quickly, fumbling for the ipad. “yeah,” seonghyeon added too fast, “for camera movement. like uh how idols… position themselves.”
with that they quickly both grabbed their hoodies and practically bolted out of the room in synchronized panic. martin just stared after them, sighing deeply before shaking his head with a faint smirk. “yeah,” he muttered to himself. “totally just research.”
dinner that night was loud, the kind of noise that came naturally after long rehearsals and back-to-back schedules. chopsticks clicked against bowls, the low hum of laughter filled the private restaurant room, and the faint scent of grilled meat lingered in the air. everyone seemed to be in high spirits except for two.
seonghyeon and keonho sat across from each other, both unusually quiet. keonho kept tapping his chopsticks against the rim of his plate, lost in thought. seonghyeon kept glancing at his phone, pretending to scroll through messages when in truth, he was replaying the earlier fancam moment in his head.
martin, who noticed immediately, squinted. “what’s with you two? you look like you just got scolded.”
“nothing,” keonho said too quickly, forcing a small smile. “just tired.”
“yeah,” seonghyeon mumbled, though the way he kept stealing glances at keonho betrayed the lie.
the conversation rolled on without them until martin brought up, between bites, “since tomorrow’s the music expo live, manager hyung said we’ll be filming with some groups for our dance challenge.”
the clatter of chopsticks paused for a second. both seonghyeon and keonho looked up at the same time “which groups?” they asked in perfect unison.
the table went silent for a beat. juhoon blinked before smirking, leaning back against his chair. “why so eager all of a sudden?”
james, who was scrolling through a message from their manager, looked up casually. “hm… let’s see. one of them’s [group name]—”
both of their heads snapped toward him, eyes widening slightly.
“and,” james continued, dragging out his words as if for suspense, “they said they wanted to pair y/n with people around her age, so…” he looked up from his phone, lips curling into a knowing grin. “seonghyeon and keonho.”
there was a beat of silence before the two broke into small, stunned laughs. they tried to play it off, straightening in their seats, exchanging glances that said everything words didn’t. keonho bit back a grin; seonghyeon exhaled, pretending to stay calm, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.
under the table, they fist-bumped. quick. discreet. like they’d just won a small victory neither could explain.
martin groaned loudly. “acting all cool now when you guys literally looked like you were gonna faint two minutes ago.”
“we weren’t.” seonghyeon said, too defensive.
“sure you weren’t,” juhoon muttered, amusement dripping from his tone. “let’s see how you two act tomorrow when she’s actually standing next to you.”
“we won’t be nervous,” keonho said, shrugging like it was nothing. “we’ll be fine.”
“uh huh,” martin said dryly. “you’re literally red right now.”
keonho glared at him, his ears betraying a faint tint of pink. seonghyeon just laughed quietly, shaking his head as if he wasn’t in the same boat.
because when the day finally came, both of them couldn’t help but glance at you every chance they got. the venue was alive with noise, cameras flashing, fans chanting, lightsticks painting the air in shifting colors.
and there you were, just a few steps away from them under the blinding lights. you stood between your members, waving to the crowd with that practiced but warm smile. keonho felt his throat tighten; seonghyeon tried to act casual, clapping in rhythm with the music but his eyes kept finding you.
every time the light hit your face, you looked ethereal, almost unreal. and when the stage director cued everyone to move closer, you ended up right beside them.
you noticed the two glancing your way, so you smiled softly and gave a polite bow, your hair falling slightly as you dipped your head. they both bowed back a bit too quickly, pretending to look toward the crowd after as if the simple act hadn’t completely thrown them off.
they didn’t know if it was just the rush of the night, the adrenaline, or something else entirely but both knew, without saying a word, that they were in trouble. because it wasn’t just admiration anymore. it wasn’t just stage charm or idol respect. no, they were cooked. both of them, falling at the same time.
after the show ended and the loud cheers faded backstage, keonho and seonghyeon found themselves wandering around their waiting room, half distracted. they were fixing their hair, checking their reflection in the mirror, making sure they still looked presentable, though neither could explain why they suddenly cared so much.
the air was filled with the muffled noise of staff rushing past, congratulating artists, the faint echo of laughter and footsteps down the hall. then came a soft knock at their door.
they exchanged a quick glance.
“come in,” their manager called from the side, not really looking up.
the door creaked open and there you were. still in your stage outfit, hair slightly tousled from performing, holding a bottled drink in your hand. “oh hi, i’m y/n from [group name],” you said, bowing politely, your tone light but careful, aware of the slight nervous energy radiating from both seonghyeon and keonho.
the curve of your smile was small but genuine, and it made them return the gesture, a little stiffly, their bows betraying how tense they actually felt.
“i’m ahn keonho from cortis,” he said quietly, his voice barely above the hum of the air conditioning. he fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, trying to seem composed.
“eom… seonghyeon from cortis,” seonghgeon added, clearing his throat, casting a quick glance at you before diverting his gaze to the floor.
you gestured toward to your manager as she handed you your phone, your voice bright but encouraging. “alright, let’s get started. i’ll show you the steps first, and then we’ll practice together.”
as you moved through the demonstration, you noticed subtle reactions, seonghyeon’s shoulders tensing every time you looked at him, keonho leaning in slightly to mimic the movements, his eyes occasionally flicking to yours. surprisingly, they picked up the moves quickly. faster than you expected.
“woah, you guys are really fast at learning,” you said, stepping back to watch them, your smile wide and encouraging. they exchanged a glance, both trying to downplay their eagerness, and laughed quietly, shaking their heads at each other.
it was like they hadn’t anticipated just how much they wanted to impress you. (and they actually learned the dance already last night)
it took a few retakes to get the timing perfect, but when you guys finally decided the last take was perfect, it was your turn to learn their tiktok challenge.
keonho gestured to his phone screen with their tiktok challenges. “you can pick which song.”
“fashion,” you decided, “it suits everyone here.”
keonho instinctively stepped closer to guide you through the movements, demonstrating hand placements with careful precision. seonghyeon stayed frozen for a moment, his fingers twitching as he watched, feeling a strange pang, part pride, part jealousy, as he saw keonho naturally taking the lead while he struggled to find the right moment to join in.
as the minutes passed and you practiced, you picked up the choreography quickly, laughing softly when a step didn’t land perfectly. it made seonghyeon’s chest tighten; his shyness battled with the growing admiration he felt for you. finally, after a short pause, he found the courage to speak.
“you… you’re a fast learner as well, y/n,” he said carefully, managing not to stutter, eyes on your hands as you adjusted a movement.
you waved a hand casually, smiling. “thank you, though it did take me a few minutes to get it right.”
“still,” seonghyeon said, tilting his head slightly, “you got the choreography fast.” there was a faint pride in his tone that even keonho couldn’t miss.
keonho glanced between the two of you, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips, nodding in agreement. he felt that strange mix of amusement and nervousness, watching seonghyeon step forward, trying to connect with you, while also realizing he wanted to be the one you looked at first.
the music played softly in the background, the rhythm syncing with your movements, but there was a quieter, more personal rhythm in the room, the tension of unspoken feelings, subtle admiration, and friendly rivalry that neither of them had expected. each glance, each small gesture, and every step in the choreography carried layers of thought and feeling.
once you finished filming, the room hummed softly with the faint echo of laughter and the shuffling of equipment. you bowed politely, murmuring your thanks, as seonghyeon and keonho returned your gestures with shy smiles before going back to your group. the tiktok challenge had been fun, but now the adrenaline was settling into a quiet warmth in your chest.
the hallway outside felt calmer and the muffled sounds of other idol groups and staffs. your manager had already started ahead, clipboard in hand, so you quickened your pace to catch up.
it was then that you heard hurried footsteps behind you. keonho appeared, jogging lightly to catch up, slightly out of breath, cheeks flushed from the sudden sprint. his hair fell messily over his forehead.
“wait—uh,” he said, catching his composure, voice just above a whisper, “is it okay if we… exchange numbers? for, you know, the next tiktok challenges?”
you turned, eyes softening as a gentle laugh escaped your lips, making the tension of the day dissolve just a little. “sure,” you said, tilting your head, trying to hide how amused you were at how nervous he looked.
the air between you felt oddly intimate as you each unlocked your phones, fingers brushing briefly as you typed in your numbers. keonho’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the muffled sounds that surrounded both of you. when your name appeared on his screen, his lips curved into a grin he couldn’t hide.
“thank you,” he said, bowing slightly in a gesture that was half polite, half shy, still holding onto that quiet, boyish excitement.
“you’re welcome,” you replied, matching his bow with a small one of your own. “and thank you, too,” you added, the warmth in your voice making him glance away, pretending to check his phone but clearly still staring at you.
with a final wave, you stepped backward, catching up with your manager, leaving keonho behind. he stayed a moment longer, smiling like an idiot, before turning back to the room.
when you came back to your room, you guys were busy packing up equipment and belongings, the air buzzing with the muted chatter of staff. your leader glanced at you and asked, “did you give our albums to the groups we filmed with?”
you froze mid step, tugging your jacket tighter around your shoulders. your fingers brushed the zipper absentmindedly as your mind scrambled and hummed in acknowledgment.
“yeah.. i think so,” you murmured, but something in her tone made you hesitate.
one of your members peeked over the pile of folded jackets, a teasing glint in their eye. “what about cortis? because there’s still one left here”
the realization hit you like a jolt of electricity. “shoot! you’re right!” you exclaimed, cheeks warming as you grabbed the remaining album from the table.
your steps quickened, weaving between staff and crew who were moving out already, your heartbeat picking up.
“knew it. she was too excited to meet them in person,” one of your members murmured with a laugh, earning quiet chuckles from the others.
while you were praying they were still around, you ran down the hallway, album clutched tightly to your chest. the sound of your own hurried footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors, and your breath came in small puffs as you rounded corners, your foot nearly collided with someone, and you stumbled slightly, heart skipping a beat. before you could recover, a familiar hand steadied you, warm and firm against your arm.
“woah, careful there,” a voice said softly. you looked up, slightly flustered, and saw seonghyeon, his expression calm but with that faint, easy smile that made your chest flutter.
“sorry! uh.. i forgot to give you guys this earlier,” you stammered, holding out your group’s album. the corners were slightly bent from being tucked under your arm.
seonghyeon tilted his head slightly, eyes softening. “oh, thanks. actually…” he reached into his bag and pulled out an album as well, his movements deliberate but casual. “we forgot to give you ours too.”
for a brief moment, the two of you stood there, the quiet hum of the empty hallway surrounding you. your hands brushed slightly as you exchanged albums, and a faint warmth spread through you, an unspoken connection lingering in the touch.
you laughed lightly, a little embarrassed at the coincidence, and seonghyeon chuckled in response, the sound low and comforting.
you felt your shoulders relax slightly, the nervous tension from running through the hall easing as the moment stretched, small and perfect in its simplicity.
once you’d bid each other farewell and began walking back, you carefully opened the album.
a small piece of paper slipped out, fluttering softly to the floor as if it had been waiting for the perfect moment. you bent down to pick it up, your fingers brushing against it, and your heart skipped a beat.
meanwhile, the van hummed quietly as it made its way back to the hotel. the faint buzz of the city outside, but inside, cortis had settled into their own little bubble of exhaustion and amusement.
martin scrolled through the tik tok footage on his phone, eyes lighting up. “woah… this actually came out really good,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “as if you guys didn’t completely freeze when she walked in there.”
james leaned back in his seat, smirking. “seriously. we literally had go out of the room just so you wouldn’t embarrass yourselves.”
juhoon chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “i swear, it looked like you two were about to turn into statues. we had no clue if you’d actually survive this.”
“hey, at least we survived,” seonghyeon muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips. keonho nodded in agreement, still grinning faintly. “yeah, it was easier than i thought, actually. no joke.”
the others hummed their agreement, letting the conversation fade into a comfortable silence. the van rocked slightly with each turn, a soft background for the quiet flutter of thoughts in both seonghyeon and keonho’s minds.
keonho’s thumb hovered over his phone screen, his smile lingering as he carefully changed your contact to display your name. “you know… i got her number,” he said softly, almost to himself, glancing at seonghyeon out of the corner of his eye.
seonghyeon gave him a casual glance, tilting his head. “well, she gave me their album while i was handing ours over,” he said, voice low, almost dismissive.
keonho froze mid-gesture, eyes widening. “actually?!” he asked, disbelief lacing his tone. he cleared his throat and leaned back, trying to mask the sudden flush creeping up his neck. “you know what, never mind. as long as i got her number, it’s fine,” he muttered, though his fingers fidgeted slightly on the screen.
seonghyeon hummed quietly in response, leaning back against the seat, eyes fixed on the ceiling of the van. little did keonho know, there had been a clever little twist, while handing the album to you earlier, seonghyeon had slipped a small piece of paper inside, a neatly written note with his number.
keonho had assumed he had the only line of contact, completely unaware that seonghyeon had quietly made sure you had his as well.
juhoon, who had been observing them with a quiet grin, tilted his head. “by the way, did you guys know we went to the same school?” both seonghyeon and keonho snapped their heads toward him, caught off guard, bombarded with half-formed questions.
juhoon laughed, amusement flickering in his eyes. “you two literally caught feelings for the same person at the same time, huh?” both of them immediately shook their heads, too fast, too simultaneously, their cheeks warming.
seonghyeon leaned back, voice barely above a whisper, “we just want to get to know her better.”
keonho’s gaze drifted out the window, watching the blurred city lights streak past. “yeah, she seems fun,” he added softly, voice heavy with a mix of awe and something else, something he wasn’t ready to name yet.
silence fell between them, thick but comfortable, weighted with unspoken thoughts. neither dared to articulate the small, fluttering crush that had suddenly consumed them both. it wasn’t serious, but the warmth in their chests, the way their hearts had started racing every time your name appeared, every time your laugh lingered in their memory, was undeniable.
and maybe that was the point. maybe it didn’t need to be declared, didn’t need to be anything more than stolen glances and quiet admiration from the side.
even if they both liked you at the same time, even if fate had thrown them into this delicate tangle, neither of them cared (not yet). the thrill of the crush, the quiet hope of knowing you, of seeing the smile that lingered in their minds, was enough for now.
in the end, seonghyeon and keonho knew one thing, whether anything came of it or not, the feeling was theirs, shared silently, like a secret that made even the van ride feel like a moment suspended in time.
right now its probably weyes blood or the gorillaz, but all time favourite is pantera ofc
the last song I listened to was we're lost by fievel is glauque
my favourite season is autumn in theory, but in australia spring and autumn are basically just less extreme versions of summer and winter so 💔 and my favourite colours are pink, yellow and black
drawing :3
this is a weird question 😭 uh probably an inside joke or something like that
teleportation or mind reading OR FLYING !
the malfunctioning ready to explode dildo is my favourite
David bowie is my favorite artist, but id say Depeche Mode is my favorite band
Love you to Death by Type O Negative has been on repeat lately
Autumn and either dark blue or dark purple
Reading!! currently reading Frankenstein and like 5 other books lol
my sister in-law was looking for something in the fridge and I said "it's right there girl" the statement itself isn't very funny but it made her laugh because ive never called her "girl" and i just dont talk like that in real life so it made her giggle
spider-man's powers + super speed
the way im constantly insulting my brothers and now im blanking so idk
i am not athletic at all but ive recently found a new interest in F1 i thinks its very cool
I do like theatre but i dont know much about it and ive never seen a show before, i would love to go see a live show specifically phantom of the opera
star ☆ or crescent ☾
right now, bats, but i also love foxes, raccoons, swans, crows, cats, deer, wolves, bunnies, and owls
thanks for the tag ! @moongirllovesbowie n @c0ca1n3erotica !!
— lana is my favourite artist and deftones is my favourite band
— minus blindfold - deftones
— winter // baby pink
— charging my crystals and studying about their healing properties + reading.
— I meant to send my bsf a picture of two kittens but accidentally sent a link through pinterest and the name of the link was "teeny weeny kittens" and I deleted it and sent a screenshot instead, he saw the link and we laughed about it lol.
— invisibility probably.
— "u look like you'd laugh at that stupid 6 - 7 joke" he did. 😔
Tyyy 4 all the tagss <33 @axeedoll & @maneaterc @c0ca1n3erotica
1. My favorite artists are Akira Yamaoka & probs ville vallo & bands type o - & placebo, massive attack rn
2. Last song A whole year - Skallywags
3. Winter and like an off white chill grey & a more noir film colour + a maroon dark red shade
4. Dying idk. Currently dreaming away my life, lots of scheming & being more dramatic
5. Idk my last text was “Our lezziess nooo !! Give us back our women” no context just know men = no good
6. Honestly like Jennifer’s body’s powers or shape shifting would be pretty cool
7. “Thank you for this conversation. I think this really opened me and enlightened me and made me realize I really need to start going back on my meds. And I think you should consider it too”
8. No I do not. Like not at all. But ig dancing
9. I do enjoy theatre. I’m a big fan of operas though and more classical shows. Death of a salesman, the prodigal son, Carmen, when I was younger I was obsessed with the magic flute & cabaret
10. Idk spade does that count? Maybe cross like t or even x. That’s not rlly a shape. Hmm idk triangle I like that it’s pointy
4 . drawing , writing , journaling and making pinterest boards .
5 . “ wow.. i really needed this… ” after we finished crying laughing .
6. going invisible or mind reading . (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
7 . not really a comeback but i was laughing with my friend and this boy tried to make fun of me and i instantly dropped my face so fast 😭😭 people around us laughed and he got kinda embarrassed bc nobody entertained him .
8 not really （''ᴗ‸ᴗ） , the only one i enjoy watching is volleyball ( haikyuu… )
9 . its so cute !! im not that into it tho .. i loved the matilda musical though it was amazing (*´▽`*) .
10 . a heart ♡
11 . cats and red pandas !! (◕‿◕✿)
@haniipie @sleepyybunniii @babydolliexo @viviansturns @yarchvs @dariasletters @sturnbambi @reilacori + anybody who wants to join !! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
──── 「마틴」 💭.ᐣ.ᐟ martin x reader 彡 angst to comfort. highschool au. est relationship. part one. w. 1365 . . . . . ─ ꩜ .ᐟ 💬 requested!! . . . . . SYN. for you martin gives you the princess treatment, but for him it’s only the bare minimum that every man should do. and that’s why he gives you a promise ring, a vow that he’ll be forever yours.
you missed him.
you missed how martin used to take care of you without being asked, how he remembered your favorite drink order, how he’d tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear before taking a photo together. you missed the warmth in his laugh when you teased him about his accent, the quiet sincerity when he promised he’d always make time for you, no matter how busy he got. his actions spoke before his words ever did, and you never had to ask, because he just knew.
but lately, all of that had started to fade.
it wasn’t sudden, it was gradual, like watching color drain from a painting. he became distant, unreachable even when he was right next to you. there were missed dates, vague apologies, and countless excuses about practice or rehearsals with his new band. of course, you didn’t complain. you were proud of him, proud that he finally joined the school band, proud that his passion for music was finally being seen. you loved watching him come alive on stage.
but in loving his dream, you somehow lost him.
you were sitting alone at the restaurant you both used to go to, the same corner table by the window where he once promised he’d “never let anything come between us.” the seat across from you was empty, your reflection staring back at you in the glass—tired, and pretending not to care.
you checked your phone again. no message. no call.
thirty minutes late. again.
you sighed softly, resting your chin on your palm. “maybe he forgot,” you muttered under your breath, though your chest already knew the answer.
your food arrived, steaming and untouched. you thanked the waiter politely, forcing a smile that felt heavier than it looked. your gaze drifted down to your hand, to the silver promise ring glinting under the restaurant lights. it used to mean something but now, it just felt like a reminder of everything that had quietly slipped away.
you traced the edge of the ring with your thumb. “happy anniversary, i guess,” you whispered, voice barely above the hum of the restaurant.
you pulled out your small digicam, the one you both used to document your little adventures. you forced a smile, snapping a few photos of your meal, pretending he was behind the camera laughing at your awkward poses. but the laughter didn’t come. it was just you now.
after paying the bill, you pushed open the restaurant door, the cool night air brushing against your skin. and that’s when you saw him.
martin was standing a few meters away, panting slightly, hair messy, his guitar bag still slung over one shoulder. he looked breathless, almost desperate.
“hey—” he started, but the word barely made it out before you scoffed softly and turned away. martin’s hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. “wait, please.”
you froze. the warmth of his touch didn’t comfort you this time, it only hurt. you wriggled free, turning to face him.
“i’m sorry—” he started again, voice shaky.
“what? you’re sorry because you forgot?” you snapped, your voice trembling with exhaustion more than anger.
martin fell silent, his eyes dropping to the pavement.
“for goodness’ sake, martin, it’s our anniversary,” you said, your voice breaking on the last word. “do you even know how stupid i felt waiting there? sitting by myself like an idiot again?”
he winced at the word “again” landing like a punch. “i know, i just—” martin rubbed his neck, frustration bleeding into his tone. “i lost track of time. we had rehearsal, and there’s this new event we’re preparing for—”
“i know, martin,” you cut him off quietly, eyes glassy. “that’s the problem. i always know. i always understand. i’m the one who adjusts. i’m the one who waits.”
martin stepped forward, guilt clouding his expression. “please, just… understand me this time.” you laughed softly, the sound bitter and broken. “understand you? i’ve done nothing but understand you, martin. you keep giving me excuses, and i keep believing them.”
the silence that followed was suffocating. then, slowly, you pulled the ring off your finger. it felt heavier than ever.
you placed it against his chest, not in anger, but in surrender. “i don’t even know what this means anymore,” you whispered. “you promised me you wouldn’t make me feel unloved, and yet here i am wondering if i ever really mattered.”
martin’s breath hitched as you turned and walked away, your footsteps echoing in the empty street. he stood there, frozen, staring at the ring in his palm. his throat tightened. the cold night wind bit against his skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
weeks passed.
you ignored his texts, his calls, even the flowers he left by your locker. every time someone mentioned his name, you changed the topic. it wasn’t anger anymore, just exhaustion.
but tonight was different, as you were packing your books after a long study session, something soft hit your window. then another and another..
you frowned, opening the curtain and there he was. martin, standing in the cold with his guitar strapped to his back, his hair messy from the wind, his expression a mix of hope and desperation.
you sighed, sliding the window open. “what the hell are you doing—”
“hey,” he said, voice carrying softly through the night air. “please… can you come downstairs?”
you leaned slightly out, brows furrowed. “it’s late at ni—“
“please,” he said again, almost pleading. “just… let me fix this. i promise I won’t waste your time.”
you hesitated, heart pounding. every logical part of you wanted to stay inside. but the small part of you, the one that still remembered the boy who once promised forever, whispered, go.
and before you knew it you threw on your jacket and quietly slipped outside, careful not to wake anyone. when you reached him, he smiled faintly, nervous and hopeful.
before you could ask, he gently took your wrist. “come with me.”
“martin— where are we going?” you protested, but he only smiled, leading you through the quiet streets until you reached the park. the same one where he’d first given you the ring, months ago, under the string lights and soft laughter.
martin stopped in front of the old wooden bench, letting out a shaky breath. “sit down.” you did as he took out his guitar.
“i know i messed up,” he began, voice trembling, “and i know i don’t deserve to ask for another chance. but i miss you. i miss us. and i wrote something for you.”
then, martin played. the melody soft, unsteady at first, but full of meaning. his voice cracked once or twice, but he didn’t stop. every line was an apology, every lyric a confession he didn’t know how else to say.
when he finished, he set his guitar aside and knelt in front of you.
“martin, you don’t have to—”
“i need to,” he cut in gently. “because i let you feel like you weren’t enough, when you were the only person who believed in me. i forgot what it meant to love you right. i got blinded by things that were supposed to make me better, but all they did was make me lose you.”
martin reached into his pocket, revealing the promise ring. “please… let me promise you again. i’ll never make you question my love again. just one more chance.”
his eyes were teary, his voice trembling, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly through the tears that finally fell. you reached out, brushing his cheek gently. “stand up, martin.”
martin did, nervous and trembling, as you did also and extended your hand. “promise me not to be an asshole again. and promise me i’ll have the old martin back?”
martin smiled, that familiar, boyish smile that once made you fall for him. “i promise.” he slipped the ring gently back onto your finger, his hands lingering for a moment as if afraid you might disappear.
then you stepped forward, closing the space between you, wrapping your arms around him. and for the first time in a long while, you believed him again.
omg bby im so nervous cause like this is probably the first time ever me leaving a message on someones page. And i hve had tumblr for a really long time. I JUST REALLY LOVE UR WRITING ITS SO DAMN GOOD. U know the james fic barely legal? LOVE IT TO DEATH. Do u think u’d ever make a prt two (or am i dumb and u already have?) BUT IF U HAVENT CAN U? IF NOT CAN U MAKE A SIMILAR ONE WITH ALSO JAMES?
HIII!! DONT WORRY, NO NEED TO BE NERVOUS 😣 thank you so muchhh, this honestly made my dayyy & im super glad you loved it hehe 💗💗 and dw, i havent made a part two yet (so ure not dumbbb!!) im actualyyyy not sure if there will be one, but if ever, maybe around next year to follow the timeline (*´︶`*) but yesss, ill definitely make a similar one soon + ill tag you when i publish it :3
HII ur writing is genuinely so peak like it's so addicting to read what you write! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD ADD KE TO UR TAGLIST PLEASE AND THANKYOUU(≧▽≦)
AWEEE STOP THANK YOUUUUUUUU 💗 it really meanss a lott hehe!! AND YES OF COURSEEEEE (⌒▽⌒)
hii sweetheart !! okie, first of all, i just wanna thank u for writing for cortis and being an amazing writer at that as well, genuinely appreciate and loveee it when ur fics pop up or get recommended to me whenever i search stuff for the boys ( ^ω^ )
if u won’t mind, i’d love to request on how would cortis be with an introverted/very shy partner !!!
(ps: pls excuse my english or if i didnt rlly make any sense, english ain’t my first language T_T)
HIIII LOVESS!! THANK U SMMM >< this really made my day & i def love writing for them as well!! hehe and ofc here you goo!! ALSOOO DW!! it made senseee & eng is also not my first language so i got u :p
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