⸝⸝ ⟡ i only write when i get creative or have enough motivation
⸝⸝ ⟡ mostly write x oc fics
⸝⸝ ⟡ i also reuse my ocs heh sorry abt that
⸝⸝ ⟡ writing’s lowk ass since its my first time ( pls be nice )
⸝⸝ ⟡ i sadly don’t take requests
⸝⸝ ⟡ mainly write for cortis
⸝⸝ ⟡ open to making new friends
⸝⸝ ⟡ new tumblr user !!!
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⌞ ⌝ 𝐚rtist(s) : sunday cruise - the neighbourhood - arctic monkeys - chase atlantic - tiffany day - west of eden - ethan low - freddie dredd - jack stauber - doja cat - deftones - weezer - malcolm todd - tyler the creator - joey valence & brae - valley - cas - eyedress - yot club - green day - pierce the veil - al james - zack tabudlo - ivos - coj - rob deniel - maki - eraserheads - silent sanctuary - kickflip - cortis - skz - txt - lngshot - enhypen - nmixx - lsrfm - illit - katseye - newjeans
⌞ ⌝ 𝐬eries : stranger things - wednesday ( no. 1 wenclair shipper !!! ) - miraculous ladybug - aouad - sweet home - aib - squid game - aot - demon slayer - tpn - mha ( never finished watching it ) - dr stone - opla - spy x family
⌞ ⌝. 𝐢nterests : fnaf - ddlc - yansim ( hate the dev ) - mouthwashing - silent hill f - analog horror - crackfics - yandere high school by itsfunneh ( my biggest heartbreak…💔 ) - gacha (studio/verse/life/club) - spiderverse movies - impractical jokers - philippine history - avatar franchise - fran bow - little misfortune - little nightmares - mr. hopps playhouse - dr. stone - tasm
⌞ ⌝. 𝐲tbers : dantdm - gloom - kubz scouts - itsfunneh - guava juice - azzyland - bijuu mike - laurenzside - ihascupquake - coryxkenshin - matpat - quackity - benoftheweek - duncanyounot - chad chad - alana lintao - danny gonzales - sam and colby - random encounters - flamingo - emortalmarcus
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⌞ ⌝. 𝐨ther :
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⌞ ⌝. 𝐝ni : racists, transphobes, homophobes, misogynists, ableists, toxic ppl, ppl who hate for no reason, maga, dds, etc. (typical dni stuff)
the first ever mass school sh00ting happened here in the philippines and they’re blaming it on VIDEO GAMES???
what abt shifting the blame to the parents????
what abt those shady online groups that radicalize other minors??
what abt the fact that the suspects easily have access to guns and other weapons (because their relatives are part of the police force) and they know how to use them??
what abt the fact that they might’ve been inspired by the Columbine incident because one of the suspects also wore the same shirt that the shooters wore???
guys am I the only one who thinks that keonho being a yandere makes so much sense like idk he js has that vibe to him??? whenever he smiles??? dont' get me wrong his smile is very cute but like???
or im js wayyyy too engrossed at the thought of yandere au cortis rn idk
synopsis: juhoon agreed to help you study because your grades were dropping. The moment he does, every formula, definition and vocabulary word disappears from your brain.
genre: established relationship, fluff fluff did i mention fluff?, tutor!juhoon, pecks or whatever, messy/unorganized!reader and perfectionist!juhoon
wc: 1,7k Masterlist
The first thing Juhoon did when he walked into your room was complain.
“How do you even live like this?”
You looked up from your bed just in time to watch him kick a pile of clothes out of his path.
“It’s none of my business.”
“That’s literally all it is.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting over to make room for him. Instead of sitting beside you, Juhoon headed straight for your desk, setting his bag down with a purpose that immediately made you groan.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“We agreed another day”
“Your exam is in four days.’’
‘’We can study on thursday.’’
“Your exam is on friday.’’
‘’Plenty of time.’’
Juhoon turned to look at you. The silence that followed was enough to tell you he’d already decided how the rest of your afternoon was going to go. There really wasn’t much you could do about it.
You’d neglected most of your assignments over the past few weeks, convincing yourself that you would catch up eventually. Eventually had turned into tomorrow, tomorrow had turned into next week and before you knew it, exam season had arrived way too fast.
Now your desk was buried beneath half finished worksheets, crumpled papers and textbooks you had barely touched.
It was a disaster by anyone’s standards, but especially by Juhoon’s. While you were perfectly content shoving loose papers into random folders and hoping for the best, Juhoon seemed physically incapable of leaving anything unorganized.
The moment he sat down, he began sorting through the mess without a second thought, stacking papers into neat piles and placing abandoned pens back into their holder as if he’d done it a hundred times before, which he probably had.
You rested your chin in your palm, watching him work. There was something strangely calming about it. The concentrated look on his face, the way his brows drew together every so often when he found a worksheet you forgot about, the quiet muttering under his breath whenever he realized just how much work you managed to avoid.
A laugh nearly slipped out when he pulled a worksheet from beneath a textbook and held it up.
“This was due two weeks ago.”
You shrugged.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft streaks of gold across your desk and illuminating the side of his face. It wasn’t fair, honestly. He was supposed to be helping you study, yet somehow you found yourself paying more attention to him than anything spread across the desk.
Just the fact that your boyfriend happened to be sitting less than a foot away from you.
“You know,” Juhoon began, finally breaking the silence. “I was expecting bad.”
His eyes flickered over another worksheet.
‘’This is worse than bad.’’
You gasped dramatically, pressing a hand against your chest. “Wow.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. Can’t believe you would say that to me.”
A quiet laugh escaped him before he shook his head and set the paper down. Despite the teasing, he didn’t look annoyed. If anything, he looked far too used to this.
“Sit properly.”
You groaned.
Juhoon ignored it.
For the first few minutes, everything went surprisingly well.
Juhoon explained a concept and you copied down what he said. You almost convinced yourself that this study session might actually be productive. Almost.
The problem started somewhere between the third page of notes and the second practice question.
One second, Juhoon was explaining something about the chapter you were supposed to have read days ago. The next, you found yourself watching the way his finger traced along the lines of the textbook as he spoke. His voice faded into the background, becoming little more than a soft murmur as your attention drifted elsewhere.
You blamed the fact that he was sitting too close, not that you ever complained.
Every now and then, his shoulder would brush against yours whenever he leaned forward to point something out, and each time it happened your thoughts seemed to scatter in a hundred different directions. You had been together for months. This shouldn’t feel like anything new.
Yet somehow, being alone with him always managed to affect you the same way.
“..and that’s why the answer would be C’’
You blinked, Juhoon was looking at you expectantly. The pause that followed lasted just a second too long. His eyes narrowed slightly.
“You didn’t hear a word i just said.”
The disappointment in his voice was dramatically exaggerated, but it was enough to make you sit up a little straighter.
“I did.”
Juhoon raised an eyebrow and you immediately looked away.
“That’s what i thought.”
Before you could defend yourself, he reached over and lightly flicked your forehead.
It didn’t hurt.
If anything, it only made the stupid grin threatening to form on your face even harder to suppress.
“Focus,” he said.
“I’m trying.”
“Totally.’’
You rolled your eyes, but lowered your gaze back to the notebook anyway.
For a few minutes, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. Juhoon explained. You listened. Occasionally he would stop to make sure you understood something before continuing. It should have been painfully boring. For some reason, it felt nice.
Maybe it was because every time you got an answer right, his expression softened in a way that made your cheeks feel warm.
Or maybe it was because halfway through explaining a question, he reached over and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head before continuing as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, you were left staring at the page without reading a single word. These actions had Juhoon not think twice about them, it felt natural. To you, jolts rushed through your body everytime.
While you were busy trying to remember how to think like a functioning human being, he had already moved on, flipping through another page of your textbook as if he hadn’t completely messed up your thoughts.
You stared at him again. Maybe the studying was doomed from the very start.
A few minutes passed before Juhoon finally noticed that your book remained untouched. His eyes flickered from the blank page to your face.
Then he sighed.
“Come here.”
You frowned.
“I’m literally right here.”
“Closer.”
The corners of your mouth twitched despite yourself. Without much argument, you scooted your chair a little closer to his. Apparently that wasn’t enough because a second later Juhoon hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you the rest of the way over.
“There.”
Your heart immediately betrayed you.
“Happy?”
“Very.”
Juhoon glanced back down at the textbook resting open on the desk, but his arm remained loosely around your waist as he continued explaining whatever topic the two of you were supposed to be working through. Every now and then his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your side, completely unaware of the effect it was having on you.
You didn’t hear a single thing he said.
“Again?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“You’re staring at me instead of focusing.”
This time there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Before you could come up with an excuse, Juhoon leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against your cheek. The gesture was so casual that it almost felt unfair.
While he immediately returned his attention to the textbook, you were left staring at him.
“Juhoon.”
“Hm?”
“You can’t do that.”
His smile widened.
“Do what?”
You knew then that he was doing it on purpose.
You knew exactly what he was doing.
The small smile he was trying, and failing to hide gave him away almost immediately. Juhoon had realized you weren’t paying attention, and instead of calling you out on it like any reasonable person would, he’d apparently decided to make the situation worse.
Before he could return his attention to the textbook, you reached over and grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie tugging lightly until his shoulder bumped against yours again. It wasn’t enough. Unsatisfied, you shifted even closer, ignoring the look he sent your way.
“Can i help you?”
You hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider the question.
“No.”
“Then why are you practically sitting on me?”
“Because I want to.”
Juhoon shook his head, though there wasn’t much conviction behind it. At this point, he seemed far too accustomed to your behavior to be genuinely surprised by it. Still, he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted slightly in his chair making room for you without ever acknowledging what he was doing.
Neither of you said anything. The room settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper whenever Juhoon turned a page. You remained tucked against his side while he continued attempting to salvage your grades, one hand resting lazily on your arm as he read through another section of the chapter. Every now and then his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your sleeve, completely unaware of how distracting the simple gesture was.
Juhoon never seemed to realize when he was being affectionate. He would pull you closer without thinking, reach for your hand, press kisses to your forehead in the middle of conversations as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, you noticed every single one of them.
You tilted your head slightly, letting your gaze drift toward him. His attention was still fixed on the textbook, completely unaware that you’d spent the last several minutes looking at him instead of your notes.
A smile tugged at your lips.
“Juhoon.”
“Hm?”
“I think you’re a terrible tutor.”
Finally looking away from the page, he glanced down at you with an expression somewhere between amusement and suspicion.
“And why is that?”
“You’re very distracting.”
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
“You have a textbook right in front of you.”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Of course you don’t.”
The smile lingering on his face softened into something gentler as he looked at you for a moment longer than necessary. Whatever response he had been about to give seemed to disappear entirely. His gaze turned to your lips before returning to your eyes. The shift was subtle, enough that you almost thought you’d imagined it.
You leaned a little closer.
Then he reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning forward and pressing a long soft kiss against your lips.
When he finally pulled back, the smile on his face was impossible to miss.
“Can we study now?”
You stared at him.
“No.”
You looked at his lips and pressed yours into them again. You wrapped your arms around his neck slowly and he smiled into the kiss, completely abandoning the pen he held.
The notes were half finished, but none of you cared. After not seeing him for a few days, the exam can certainly wait.
