Earlier in statistics class today, Ives told you to meet her at the library after school, but she didn’t tell you why. Your mom forbids you to do anything remotely fun, including staying back late after school, but something in your gut told you to see what Ives was up to. So now you are here…

Once you wave her down and she trots her way to your table, Ives excitedly slams two small pieces of paper on your book.

“Hey! I was reading that!” You frown as you bookmark the page you’re on to make proper space for what looks suspiciously like concert tickets.

“Oh my dog! YN, did you hear that CORTIS, the k-pop boy group, is coming to Tokyo, Japan and that’s where we live?!”

“CORTIS?” You respond with a sigh. “Is that the group you’ve been obsessed with lately? I’m not into them because I only listen to real music these days.”

“Yes that’s them, and that’s okay because after tonight you will finally realise that they ARE real music!” Ives says with a smug look. She picks up the concert tickets - CORTIS FRONT ROW SEATS SIX AND SEVEN - written in huge letters printed on them. 

This only confuses you more. You had plans tonight of studying as usual, because your mom needs you to become a pharmaceutical doctor madam president by the time you’re 25. 

“Oh no, no, no, no. Don’t even think about it girl. I’m not going to this concert! My mom would kill me if she found out. And more importantly I have nothing to wear.” You say immediately, rapidly turning your head in case Ives can’t hear you. 

Luckily she can hear you.

“You can wear what you’re wearing right now!” 

You look down at your outfit… your galaxy print leggings and Nike sweater look back up at you. It would be a shame to waste such a gorgeous outfit.

“Ok let’s go!” You sigh in defeat, but you are secretly intrigued on how tonight is going to go… 

“Yippie!” Ives cheers yippily. 

~30 min later~

You’ve been standing at the barricade for hours. 

At the concert, the crowd is buzzing in anticipation as you all await for the artists to take the stage. Typically, these kinds of events are anxiety-inducing for you because of how loud and overwhelming they can be… but seeing how connected and excited these girls around you are, form a sense of community you never expected to find. It’s endearing how much music can unite people, and your heart grows fond of how concerts have become youth’s third space to let go of societal expectations and be themselves again for a night. 

Then you suddenly remember you don’t speak Korean. “Oh no, Ives. I don’t speak Korean.” You whisper, just in case the other fans around you are judgemental.

“I will translate for you. They will come onto the stage in 2 minutes!” She reassures you. 

2 minutes. That’s heaps of time so you take out your book and open up to the chapter you were at before. 

As you reach page 420 of The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx, suddenly a loud voice erupts in autotune. 

“COER! WHAT’S UP!” 

There are shrieks all around you, making you look up from your book to see an extremely vertically long blonde boy run onto the stage. 

“He said coer, what is up.” Ives translates for you. She’s not whispering though because with all the screaming going on around you, no one will hear. But you suddenly realise you don’t need her to interpret anymore because the boy on stage is speaking your language. Phew!

The speakers boom and a loud noise drones into your eardrums. 4 other boys run out and the cheers become impossibly louder. 

“Nae ti… five bucks.” One of them starts to sing, and they all start performing a synchronised dance. There are purple beam lights flashing across the stadium, which luckily lets you still see the pages of your book. 

You have to admit, the song is catchy, and its lyrics pair well with the anti-capitalist book you’re currently continuing to read. 

On the stage, Kim Juhoon is about to sing his “Dongmyo, wassup” line until he catches a glance at you in the crowd. Unlike everyone else who is singing along, you’re focused on what looks like a novel in front of you. He likes to read as well so he thinks you look like an angle. 

Luckily he doesn’t get too distracted to the point where he forgets his lines, so the song continues perfectly. Once it’s over Juhoon is out of breath from all the fast moves, even though they’re muscle memory to him at this point in his career. Finally, you finish the page you were on and you look up to see what all the commotion was about. Your eyes meet his, and Juhoon feels flustered all over again. 

You look so pretty in this light. Juhoon also really likes your outfit. FaSHioN indeed! 

Your eyes widen when you realise it’s been really long of playing eye tag and the boy you accidentally stared at hasn’t looked away. 

Suddenly, the tall blonde member gives the boy a teasing punch which knocks him out of his trance. You have scientifically detected the boy with the spikey hair is named Martin. 

“Ives, who is the boy standing next to Martin?” You ask your best friend, who is beaming at the stage. 

“Why, it's Juhoon of course!” She informs you. 

Juhoon.

What a beautiful name, you think to yourself. It rhymes with so many words, for example spoon and balloon.

The boy group sings six more songs, and each time Juhoon-Spoon-Balloon makes sure you’re always in his direct eyeline. For some reason he feels a connection between you two and really wants to impress you. It seems to be working because you have stopped reading entirely and actually paid attention to the show. You have to admit you found the song ‘Joyride’ lovely. 

Then the concert is over. 

“Wow! That was short.” You say as you make your way out with Ives.

“Yeah, they only have seven songs. Time to go home but wait! I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Ok. I will wait here for you.” You tell Ives, as you stand next to a plant. 

The hallway you are in is almost empty because everybody else went through the other exit. Because you think you’re alone you start to sing some of the songs you heard before because they got stuck in your head:

“Something something fried eggs, pancakes. Bloodshot eyes tonight…” 

“Wow.” A voice says from behind you, “You’re really good.”

You scream at the stranger. But then you realised it was one of the boys who was in the group. He’s not Martin or Juhoon, but he can’t stop smiling, so you realise it must be Keonho if you remember correctly from the lore Ives was telling you about. 

“I’m Keonho.” Keonho introduces himself to you. 

Yayy you guessed correctly! 

“What the fudge, dude?! You scared me!” You tell him.

His eyes widen at your words. Quickly, he puts his forefinger to his mouth as if warning you to be quiet. “We can’t say those words…” He whispers, eyes scanning the room to make sure no one could hear. 

“What word? Fudge?” You respond in confusion. 

Both his hands cover his mouth now in a gasp. He did not expect you to repeat it. Frantically nodding his head. At first you thought it was because the company was strict about swearing, but then Keonho says:

“They’ll hear you…” 

Who will? You two are the only ones there. Until you feel the vibration of heaps of footstomps coming your way.

“Oh no! The goonas!” Keonho screams in fear. He grabs your hand and pulls you behind him as he runs to the door. 

“Hey! STOP kidnapping me!” You shout in protest. 

“It’s for a good cause! We’re going to the van! Safer in there, trust me.” 

Getting dragged away to a vehicle turns out to be an extremely good choice once you see the crowd of women running in your direction. Eyes focused on their mission of getting a photo with the idol. So you hop in with no second thought.

“Hey, there you are.” A handsome, velvety, mature voice says. “Where did you go, Keonho? You need to stop wandering around after shows. Wait a second… you’re not Keonho!”

Inside the van, you are faced with what looks like the oldest member of the group. His hair falls perfectly on his face, and the way his dark eyes are set on you make his features look like they were sculptured by an artist. His cheekbones, nose, and dimples are all so entrancing. 

“It’s ok, James-hyung. I’m here. And she’s with me.” Keonho explains, climbing in after you. 

“And who is she?” The last member you now know, Seonghyeon, asks. 

You’re about to tell them your name, but you get interrupted.

“It’s you. My angle.” 

Everyone’s heads whips to the back, where Juhoon is sitting calmly. The seatbelt is already strapped in so he can’t move up to greet you properly, but he pats the empty seat next to him, inviting you to sit down. 

As Keonho takes the spot in between Seonghyeon and James, you have no choice but to go to Juhoon. 

“Hello…” He says, more gently to you when you’re next to him.

“Hi. You are Juhoon-Spoon-Balloon.” You answer, quietly, as if this moment is just between you and him.

He nods in confirmation, “But you can call me Jju if you like.”

“Okay, Jju. I am YN.” 

He repeats your name with a small smile on his face. It’s nice to finally know what he’s calling his dream girl. 

“Sorry about the fans, they can be crazy sometimes. We’ll take you home so that you get there safely.”

“Aw tysm.” Then you storytell your address to the driver, who happens to be Martin, and the van lurches forward. Maybe getting kidnapped by these guys isn’t so bad after all.

On the drive home, you talk to Juhoon as the others fall asleep because they’re tired from singing and dancing. He’s so easy to talk to and you feel like you’ve known him your entire life. You talk about everything and anything you could in the 10 minutes it takes to get to your place. 

As you pull up in front of your house, you start to feel a sadness take over your heart knowing that your time with Juhoon is over. The feeling is mutual for the boy sitting next to you, until an idea pops into his head. 

“Can we come inside?” Juhoon asks when you’re about to take your leave, “I’m thirsty.” 

You go over the logic in your head… even though they kidnapped you, they were kind enough to drive you home safely. So you agree. 

You brace yourself for what you’re going to say to your mom when you go in. Possibly a lie about cram school? You just hope she doesn’t yell at you in front of them, that would be so embarrassing. 

“I’ll be right back because I need to change clothes! The kitchen is that way,” you point across for Juhoon to see. You hope that the 5 of them can handle introducing themselves to your mom on their own, as you go to change out of your outside clothes and into comfortable pusheen pyjamas.  

Finally feeling fresh, and brave to face your mom, you put your hair up into a bun. Even though this was the first attempt, it falls in a perfect amount of messy and neat. Then you make your way down stairs.

You suddenly stop at the scene in front of you. You had expected the boys (Martin, James, Juhoon, Seonghyeon, and Keonho) to be standing in the living room about to make their leave after stealing some sips of tap water but instead… They're sitting down at the living table looking extremely serious. 

Your mom turns to you with a huge smile on her face. You see some paperwork in front of her and when you read what the contract says, there’s only one noise that can come out of your mouth.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” 

To be continued~~~~~~~

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★ MAIN STORYLINE ★

PART 1 — THREE MATCHAS... IT'S 9PM?

⸻You weren't expecting much when a tall, hoodie-clad stranger walked into your parents' café five minutes before closing. Just another New Yorker desperate for caffeine, right? Wrong. Seonghyeon is polite and effortlessly attractive and ordering five drinks at 9pm like a freaking psychopath.

His broken English is endearing. His dimples have you so down bad it's unholy. And when he actually shows up the next day—in Ralph Lauren and Prada sunglasses no less—you start to think maybe this random encounter isn't so random after all. Suddenly you're texting him, bantering about kidnapping safety, and holding tickets to some concert in Brooklyn you definitely weren't planning on attending.

What could possibly go wrong?

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PART 2 — HI, THIS IS CORTIS.

⸻ He was in the group. Not a fan. Not a stage helper. He was it.

The same guy who stuttered over his English and not so smoothly got your number was now on stage under blinding lights, moving like he was born to be there. And suddenly, every casual conversation, every nervous laugh, every "hope to see u there lol" made sense in the worst possible way.

But then he texted. Then he showed up for boba. Then he let you drag him to a rooftop where the city lights blurred and his hands found your waist and nothing else mattered—not the fame, not the impossible timing, not the fact that you barely even knew him. Just the way he kissed you like you were the only real thing in this faux world.

Spoiler: you kissed him back.

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PART 3 — WANT A COUPON OR A KISS?

⸻ Time moved different when you knew it was running out. Studio sessions felt shorter, conversations got heavier, and every casual touch started feeling like something you were supposed to remember. You had days with him—then hours, then minutes you weren't ready to let go of. Shopping for scarves turned into excuses to stay close, rooftop talks became confessions you both kept dancing around, and suddenly his last night in New York wasn't theoretical anymore.

You told yourself you'd be fine. That this was just a week, just some guy, just bad timing. But then the day came and you ended up rotting in bed in your duck pajamas missing the one person you told yourself not to miss.

Well, turns out moping works sometimes.

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★ EST TO KST smau ★

⸻ a series of text threads and updates on how you and seonghyeon cope with your long distance... erm... whatevership... after you part

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★ SPINOFFS ★

SANTA'S FAMILY GUY — 19.7k

⸻highkey korean guy you're lowkey in love with meets your family and surprise surprise... they fall in love with him too—or… where you jokingly invite seonghyeon over for Christmas and he happily books the flight.

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SEVENTEEN CANDLES — 30.6K

⸻you've been dodging his calls for days, and seonghyeon is convinced he's done something wrong. what he doesn't know? you're currently on a flight to korea with a suitcase full of birthday surprises and a plan to show up at his door like you never left.