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— ✩♬ ₊˚. YOU SEEM PRETTY SAD FOR A GIRL SO IN LOVE
SYNOPSIS ⎯ you thought liking eom seonghyeon from afar was hard enough. but then you get paired together for a biology project, and somewhere between shared notes, late-night texts, and walks home after school, he becomes part of your everyday life. but love has a way of making someone else feel like the answer to everything, and sometimes the person you love can't fix the parts of you that are still hurting.
this won’t be like take a chance with me i swear imma lock in with this seonghyeon series 😂🌚🌚🌚🌚 and thank you to loo for helping me w the header ily 🌚🌚🌚
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ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis in which you’re in your kitchen on a rainy night, and martin’s laugh turns an ordinary moment into the kind you quietly keep.
martin edwards x fem!reader , fluff , wc 1.1k
holy (re)debut 🌚🌚🌚 this has been in my drafts for the longest but i finally made myself finish it today… i was talking to @bananagirl222 and @miseulsoup (rip) like last month abt martin’s laugh after hearing it in an edit and that’s how this was made
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rain had been falling on and off since the afternoon, leaving your apartment wrapped in a soft kind of quiet that only comes with bad weather and nowhere else to be.
the windows were cracked just enough to let cool air drift through the curtains, carrying the smell of wet pavement inside. somewhere outside, cars drove softly down the wet streets below, muted by distance. inside, though, everything felt warm. dim lamp light glowed gold against the walls, the dishwasher hummed quietly in the kitchen, and martin moved around the apartment in one of his oversized hoodies, with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows.
you were perched on the kitchen counter watching him make tea. not helping, just watching.
“you know,” martin said while rummaging through your cabinets above the stove looking for something, “most people would at least pretend to assist.” you let your legs swing idly off the counter. “i am assisting.”
he glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow lifting. “how exactly?”
“moral support?”
“right.” he snorted softly. “vital.”
you smiled to yourself as he turned back to the cabinet, still mumbling something under his breath. martin always liked acting like he hated being observed, but you knew better by now. if he genuinely wanted space, he’d take it. instead, he stayed close enough for your knee to keep bumping against his side every time he crossed your section of the kitchen.
the water bubbled quietly as the kettle heated on the stove.
you watched him move around the room with sleepy familiarity, grabbing mugs without looking, nudging drawers shut with his hip, brushing blonde strands of hair out of his face with the back of his wrist. there was something strangely intimate about evenings like this. no work. no stress. no pressure to be interesting.
just martin.
“you’re staring,” he said suddenly.
“is that a problem?”
“it depends. should i be worried?”
you laugh softly, leaning back on your palms. “i don't know.”
“there you go,” he muttered. “you’re doing that thing again.”
“what thing?”
“where you go all quiet and just…” he gestured vaguely towards you with the tea bag still in hand. “just look at me.”
“oh, im sorry for liking my boyfriend.”
“i didn't say stop.” the response came too quickly, almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud. martin blinked once after realizing it, immediately turning back towards to counter to hide the faint pink creeping into face while you tried not to smile too hard.
the kettle started whistling before either of you could say anything else. martin pulled it off the stove with a quiet sigh, pouring hot water into the mugs carefully while steam curled around his hands.
you kept watching him.
you couldn't help it sometimes.
loving martin felt woven into tiny moments more than grand ones.
the way he handed you things automatically without asking. the way he checks if your tea is too hot before giving it to you. the way he’d quietly lean against your shoulder whenever he got tired without realizing he was doing it.
he passed you one of the mugs.
“careful,” he said while leaning back against the counter beside you. “it’s hot.”
“thank you.”
for a while, neither of you talked much. you stayed sitting on the counter, drinking tea, while martin scrolled aimlessly on his phone, occasionally showing you things that made no sense what-so-ever. a stupid meme that you tried to make something out of while he giggled at his screen. a blurry picture of juhoon sent in a group chat. internet drama he randomly got himself invested in.
the conversation wandered from the latest internet drama, to what you both wanted to eat for breakfast tomorrow, to martin recounting something that happed earlier during practice.
"—and then he looked me dead in the eyes," martin said, trying to keep a straight face, "and asked if penguins have knees."
you blinked.
"they don’t… do they?" martin stared at you.
"...you're joking."
"no?" you frowned. "wait, do they?"
he set his mug down, already smiling. "you can't be serious. penguins have knees, love.” martin looked at you.
"martin, i have literally never thought about a penguin's knees before."
he looked at you for another second before the smile finally broke.
a laugh escaped him. real and unrestrained this time, head tipping back slightly as he covered his face with one hand. it wasn’t loud. just warm enough to make his eyes disappear into crescents, his shoulders shaking as he tried, yet failed, to pull himself back together.
you found yourself smiling before you even realized you were.
you’ve heard martin laugh hundreds of times before. around friends, in voice messages, on call. but this laugh was different.
he was still chuckling to himself when he noticed you’d gone quiet.
“...what?”
before you could stop yourself, you said quietly, “i really like your laugh.”
martin froze, actually froze.
“what?”
your face warmed almost immediately, but it was too late now.
“youre laugh,” you repeated, suddenly shy. “i like it.”
he stared at you for a second too long.
“that’s…huh.” he blinked, looking away with a small, almost disbelieving smile. “no one's ever said that to me before.”
“well..” you smiled. “i guess i’m the first then.”
martin looked at you for a long moment before letting out another quiet laugh, instantly looking away like he regretted it the second it happened. a faint blush crept up his cheeks and shook his head, smiling to himself.
“now you’re making me self-conscious,” he murmured.
you reached over, brushing your thumb gently along his knuckles. “i just like hearing you laugh. that's all,” you laughed softly.
his expression softened completely.
“come here,” he said quietly.
he stepped between your legs where you sat on the counter, one hand settling lightly at your waist as he leaned in. his forehead brushes yours for a second, still smiling and still shy, before he closed the small space between you.
the kiss was slow and unhurried, like he didn’t need to rush it anywhere.
his hand tightened just slightly at your wasit, steadying you as he leaned closer, and you felt him exhale through his nose like he was finally letting go of all the embarrassment at once.
it was warm, familiar, like he’d done it a hundred times before but still meant it every time.
when he pulled back, he lingered close enough that your noses almost touched. his smile is still there, softer now.
for a second, neither of you moved.
his thumb gave a small absentminded press at your waist, like he wasn’t fully ready to step away yet. you could still feel the warmth of his breath and see that faint blush that hadn’t quite faded from his cheeks.
then he let out a quiet breathy laugh again, smaller this time, like it slipped out before he could stop.
you smiled immediately.
“what now?”
“you laughed again.”
“don’t start.” martin looked down, shaking his head to himself with another embarrassed breath of laughter.
and even now, after everything, hearing it still made your chest feel warm.
i literally had a whole argument with my friend because she swore up and down for like five minutes that penguins didn’t have knees. hello??
breaking my very short hiatus to say WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH SOME PEOPLE.
it had come to my chronically offline attention that people are not only making graphic sexual content for cortis but are also extremely unapologetic about it.
have we forgotten that cortis are minors?
i’m going to be frank with you guys. i don’t give a damn where you live and i don’t care if cortis members are adults in the places you live. the fact of the matter is that 4/5 members of cortis are still minors in their home country. juhoon and martin might be 18 but the legal age of adulthood in korea is still 19. and the amount of blatant disrespect that some of you have for this sickens me.
by using the “adult” excuse is blatant disregard and flat out racism for ignoring the fact that these teenagers are, in fact, LITERALLY MINORS IN THEIR COUNTRY and clearly you do not care enough about them to respect them as human beings.
because not only are you ignorant of their age but you are also contributing to the sexualization of minors but also the oversexualization of east asians.
which, as a so-called kpop fan, you should be against.
writing any sort of sexual content for cortis is not acceptable, even if you are a minor. i don’t care what your age is, this does not give you the right to blatantly sexualize another human being who either is not an adult or is BARELY an adult and has already been tossed into international spotlight at such a young age!
it’s even worse for the underage cortis members. that is just. so incredibly wrong on so many levels and i cannot believe that people would be in such a hurry to dehumanize these literal children for porn.
i want to make it clear that i am not saying fanfiction is dehumanizing, and i am certainly not saying that sex work is dehumanizing. i am saying that writing smut for minors is dehumanizing, especially when these people have zero say or even a clue that this is happening.
we already know that the idol industry is filled with pedophiles. the burning sun scandal, nct’s taeil, and min heejin are a few of the thousands unknown and trust me, there are so many more that are actively working close with these idols and we just don’t know it. engaging in this kind of content while speaking out against these kinds of people is just blatant hypocrisy and i don’t care if you think it doesn’t directly affect them. yeah, ok, maybe it doesn’t, but if anything, you’re just fueling the desires of potential creeps or, GOD FORBID, sasaengs.
disagree if you want. but i refuse to engage in nsfw content for idols that aren’t even past the legal age in their home country.
its recently come to my attention that there has been a upsurge in sexual / nsfw content of the members of cortis, and there is a specific individual by the username of @/selestiyara who has been posting smut audios of martin & james.
this is a becoming a serious issue within coerblr, cortis is a group filled with majority minors. anyone using the argument that “martin & juhoon are 18” are apart of the problem, both of them are korean citizens, and in korea the age of consent is 19. they are both minors.
i don’t see why someone turns 18 magically makes individuals feel okay with making sexual content about them. 18 ≠ being an adult, both of them are freshly 18! the amount of juhoon smuts i’ve been and have reported has been astounding.
anyone saying “you can just ignore” / “just scroll” is apart of the problem. releasing and giving access for sexual content of minors or people who are barely legal is giving an outlet for pedos or people with bad intentions, and it makes you apart of the problem. all this content is in a space where minors (a majority of cortis’s fanbase are incredibly young) will be exposed to that sort of content. it’s inappropriate.
also, the argument “well i’m the same age as them” isn’t any better. at the end of the day, you are still sexualising a young person who had access to see all this shit. i’m 17 (only a month older than seonghyeon), that doesn’t make it okay for me or anyone else my age to make / consume that sort of content of him or any of the other members.
please report, block, and do not engage with anyone making this content! people who are supplying this context obviously do not care about the effects of it, the best thing we can do is bring awareness and try to keep our community a safe space.
@thosepeople u weird asffff get a job n hop off tumblr.com
there’s something deeply off about the way some of you move here.
turning 18 is not some magical switch that suddenly makes it normal - let alone ethical - for you people to start sexualizing someone
if your first instinct when someone crosses that line into legal adulthood is to immediately create explicit content about them, that doesn’t read as admiration, it reads as anticipation. it reads as you were waiting, and thats sooo fucking disgusting
martin and juhoon are barely there. “legal” does not equal “appropriate”, and it definitely doesn’t erase the reality that these are real people who have just stepped into adulthood under a spotlight that already strips them of enough privacy as it is
the way some of you reduce them to objects the second you feel like you can “get away with it” is not only invasive, its genuinely disturbing
its not “just fiction” or “just how fandoms work”. that excuse is tired.
youre still choosing to engage in something that crosses a line, and youre still responsible for what you normalize in these spaces
i’m not interested in debating this. i’m not interested in hearing justifications,if i see any of my moots interact with, create, or support that kind of content, i will block you. immediately. no warning, no conversation. this needs to stop.
some of you need to seriously reevaluate the way you engage with people who are barely stepping into adulthood, because this pattern of behavior isn’t normal, and it shouldn’t be treated like it is
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( syn. ) after putting your hair up in a messy bun when you come home from an impromptu concert, life takes an unexpected turn as you find out your mother made an inconspicuous deal with hybe entertainment. ENTER! five boys from south korea but they also speak english sometimes
( tags ) word count: 2.1k, YN stands for your name in case you don’t know, juhoon has a crush on YN, YN is not like other girls 📖👓
Author’s note: hi everybody this is my first time EVER writing and posting on tumblr 🥺 i was really inspired by the tokyo girls photobooth pictures of CORTIS 🥰❤️😍 sooo kawaii no? i hope u Like it COErs 🦄🦄
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YOU LET OUT A BREATH you didn’t know you were holding when your best friend, Ives, walks in the door.
Ives is short for Ivyanne. Which is long for Ivy by the way.
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:
“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~~~~~~~
#🫖: cortis release greengreen early please im losing my mind 😭💧💧💧🙏🙏😭💧💧😭😭 BACK TO OUR FANFICTION ROOTS w this one because @bananagirl222 ‘s post last night had me on the floor 🫰 if you made it this far but are new to my account i’m sorry this is your first impression of me ipromise i have more normal works welcome to coerblr ☺️😊😁😁😁😁
this is an ode to my 2016 wattpad account and writing style 😍❤️had to revive her to get all the correct vocab 👼🏻 goodnight teacuplps family i love u 😴👁️👁️💌
collection of my works written in the so american!AU
a highkey korean guy wanders into your parents' café, lost and in need of an American to show him around NYC. you had no clue it would turn into something worth turning everything you knew about idols & relationships upside down.
— gorgeous graphic by my angel @thealuvsbangtanboys
★ 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.
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