SHY!KEONHO x FEM!READER ‘ genre — fluff, crack ⋆˚࿔

synopsis - you found it hard to believe that Keonho had a crush on you, especially when he’s never been obvious about it.

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it’s an app called talkmaker and I use it on dark mode !!

BOXER!JAMES x FEM!READER. ‘ genre — fluff, lil angsty ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

James was the town’s most famous boxer — undefeated, at that. But lately, he’s been struggling to find the drive to pursue the sport he once loved. Could you be his source of motivation?

an: I was gonna wait to make this..however this idea has been stuck in my head ever since I thought of it so… if there’s any spelling errors or grammar errors in general i’m sorry !

James looked at himself in the mirror, moving his head at different angles, feeling along his jaw and studying the mouthguard in his mouth.

It was weird—he felt drained, despite having to step into the boxing ring in five minutes. he let out a tired sigh, grabbed an energy drink, took a sip, and immediately set it down after tasting it.

he started punching the air, hoping to stir up some kind of energy, some spark of what he used to feel. It all felt so draining—the same routine all over again. he never looked forward to saturdays anymore. boxing had lost all the meaning it once had for him. he knew he would always win and honestly, he was glad people had slowly stopped challenging him.

“James, you’re on!” shouted his coach. James nodded and walked with him to the main entrance. Loud cheers filled his ears as he forced a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. he stepped into the ring and put on his boxing gloves.

If you were being honest, you didn’t even know why you’d agreed to come with your friend to this boxing match. You glanced over at her, she was busy chatting with the guy who’d convinced her to come in the first place. Of course, when he asked her, she immediately asked you to come with her.

It wasn’t like this was some big arena or anything — just a small local event. when the main event finally started, you and your friend clapped for the two guys stepping into the ring. but when the second boxer, James came out, you were caught off guard. the crowd immediately started cheering for him louder than anyone who’d come before. and honestly? He was so attractive.

you glanced at your friend. “Why is he kinda fine…” you said, biting your pointer finger jokingly.

she laughed and gave your shoulder a playful slap. “hmm… he’s alright.”

you rolled your eyes and glanced toward the guy she’d been talking to earlier. “yeah, because you know a lot about having good taste in men.”

Your friend shot you a be quiet look, which was enough to make you shut up.

the fight was finally over. after nearly an hour of jabs and punches being thrown. both boxers were bleeding a fair amount. despite James being declared the winner, he was somehow the one bleeding the most.

you glanced over to see what your friend was up to, she was chatting with that guy again. with a quiet sigh, you turned your attention to your phone, scrolling for about five minutes before deciding to wander off and explore.

the venue didn’t look like a typical boxing arena—it felt more like an elementary school. As you roamed the halls, you tried to open a few classroom doors, but each one was locked. eventually, you reached the nurse’s office and noticed the door slightly open.

“Idiots…” you muttered under your breath. Of all the rooms to leave unlocked, they chose this one? Weird.

you stepped inside, the only light came from a dim bulb in the middle of the room. you took a few steps forward and then froze. someone was lying on the nurse’s bed.

“I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, stepping back and pressing a hand against your chest to calm your racing heartbeat. as your eyes adjusted, you realized who it was—James, the boxer who had just finished fighting.

he sat up slowly, he gave you a thumbs up due to him seemingly being unable to speak properly. you could tell his jaw was in bad shape.

“I’m not the nurse,” you said quickly, laughing nervously as you scratched the back of your neck. “I was just looking around...”

you started to turn toward the door. “sorry for barging in,” you mumbled, ready to leave.

but before you could, James reached out and gently grabbed your wrist.

“Stay…” he murmured.

“you don’t want an actual nurse to help you?” you ask, looking around for any sign of one nearby.

“sorry,” you add with a sheepish smile, “I don’t know why I keep asking you questions like you can talk right now.”

you put your head down and take a seat in a nearby chair. the silence that follows is awkward for you, though James seems perfectly at ease.

“did you see me fight?” he finally asks—his voice muffled and weak.

“oh, yeah! I was there. You did really good!” you say smiling, throwing a few playful punches in the air.

A small smile creeps onto his face as he watches you. you catch yourself studying him—his cracked lips stained with dried blood, his bruised cheekbones, and the tired look in his eyes. he notices your gaze and gives a faint gesture to show he’s okay. you nod and look away.

“are you thinking about going professional?” you ask, breaking the silence again.

He pretends to think about it, though he already knows the answer. slowly, he shakes his head.

“Really? You’re good at it though,” you say, sounding genuinely surprised.

he smiles. “thank you.” he takes a breath before continuing, his voice strained. “It’s just… not something I want to do anymore.”

you nod, understandingly.

after a moment, you say. “Has anyone ever told you that you sound like Rocky Balboa?”

he bursts out laughing, only to wince in pain a second later. “I don’t sound like this normally,” he says, shaking his head with a smile. my jaw’s just messed up.”

his phone buzzes—it’s a text from his coach asking where he is. James sighs and looks at you. “I gotta go.”

You nod, with a warm smile. “Okay. get some rest.”

As he started to leave, he blurts out, “Do you live around here?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “You?”

He nods. “You should come to my next match. It’s in two weeks.”

Your eyes light up. “Oh, definitely! I’ll be front row and everything.”

He smiles softly. “I’ll see you there.”

yes! most of my fics are malcolm todd songs/lyrics. love that guy..🥹

EOM SEONGHYEON x FEM!READER ‘ genre — fluff, crack ⋆˚꩜｡ Seonghyeon has a huge crush on you and he’s not subtle about it.

an: most of these are based on funny messages I saw on pinterest lmao 😭💔 also guys i’m thinking of writing a boxing fic with James however thats just a thought that might not ever see the light of day. okie lol anyways enjoy :p

‘ WANNA BE YOUR BUDDY, BUT I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE 2

ZHAO JAMES x FEM!READER ‘ genre — angst, small bits of fluff ⋆˚࿔ You were aware of James’s rising popularity in the music industry, with becoming a member of Cortis, you knew James couldn’t always give you his 100%. but what happens when he slowly grows more distant?

an: reader is lowkey needy but not really hm idk- also this fic is heavily inspired by the song keep you satisfied hence the name anyways enjoy this because I have been procrastinating writing it lol okie yes! 😭

MY LIFE, MY HOPES AND DREAMS.

You lean your head against the cool glass of the Uber window, your eyelids growing heavy as a yawn escapes you. Just as you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes, quickly making you snap back into reality. it’s a text from James.

The text shows a photo of James next to the statue of liberty, arms stretching out to make it look like he’s holding the statue.

He paired the photo with a message saying, “it’s the statue of literby! 😳🔥”

His dumb joke somehow causing you to smile.

Awoken from the sleepy state you were once in, you messsge back, “that crazy moment when your bf is so strong he can hold the statue of liberty in his hands! 😱”

James hearted a message.

You let out a quiet sigh as you set your phone down. It was ridiculous to feel like this, yet you couldn’t quite name the emotion washing over you. It wasn’t as if you could blame James for being busy—he was an idol, after all. A rookie still finding his place in the spotlight. Why risk his career over a relationship scandal?

James lay back on his bed and reached for his phone on the nightstand. After a few scrolls through social media, he opened his messages and found your name. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, hesitating as he tried to gather the right words for what he wanted to say.

“hey yn, my day’s been pretty good — busy, but good. hope yours was great too! I was gonna say goodnight, but you might already be asleep... so good morning?? lol time zones are crazy. anyway, I miss you so much and I love you!!”

I STOOD ALL THE JEALOUSY ‘ THE BITCHIN TOO

This was your first fight with James since he left to make his debut. The fact that it was all done via text made it even more frustrating to try to express your feelings.

James: I just don’t understand what you’re so mad about!?

yn: I didn’t say I was mad.

James: well clearly something is bugging you. why won’t you just tell me????

yn: I’m fine! I just wanted to ask you why you’ve stopped messaging me entirely?

James: What?? I know that. I explained that i’ve just been busy but it’s like you think i’m lying.

yn: I don’t think you’re lying. wtv idc. I gotta go.

james: I love you.

read at 5:30

You let out a weary sigh as you set your phone down beside you on the bed, burying your face in the pillow as tears began to spill.

HOW DID WE END UP LIKE THIS? OH BABY, LET ME REMINISCE.

It had not always been this way. It used to be different. You could still recall the state fair, one of your favorite memories with James.

The sweet, heavy scent of cotton candy, funnel cakes, and fried scents in the air, wrapping around you as you scanned the rows of food stalls, trying to decide what to eat first. You tugged on James’s hand and pointed toward a group of people munching on corn dogs.

He turned to you, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, and shook his head.

“It’d make more sense to go on the rides first—then eat,” he said with a smug look on his face as he turned his attention to the rides.

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Who said I was going on any rides?”

“I did,” James replied simply, grinning as he placed his hands on your shoulders and steered you toward one of the rides on the fair.

You couldn’t even remember what it was called—all you could recall was the sound of your own squeals as you clung to James for dear life, eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

The night dragged on as you two found yourselves sitting on a bench eating churros.

“Good?” He asks, his gaze landing on you.

You nod. cheeks puffed up as you chew down on the churro.

James chuckled to himself.

“What?” You say, looking around for anything that could possibly be funny.

“You’re cute.” He says, smiling as he awaits your reaction.

You give him a deadpan look “Yeah yeah.” you say scoffing.

“You don’t think I mean it?” He says teasingly as he inches closer towards you.

“Stop!” you say giggling as you swat his face away.

He somehow managed to finesse his way out of your hands and land a kiss on your lips.

You immediately looked away to hide the blush that crept up on your face.

“Dont act like I haven’t kissed you before!” He says laughing, getting up from the bench.

“it’s different when it’s in public..” you mutter as you look up at him.

“Should we go?” he asks, tilting his head toward the way out.

“Yeah.” you smile as you get up from the bench and take his hand.

IT’S TOO LATE FOR YOU AND ME ‘ IT’S TOO LATE FOR YOU AND I.

It had been four months since you and James decided it was best to go your separate ways. Each day since, moving on had gotten just a little bit easier.

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, only to hesitate—and then delete everything you’d just written. Everyone always says cafés are the perfect place to get work done, but you’re pretty sure that’s just for the aesthetic. The place is far too noisy: loud chatter, and clinking dishes.

For such a small café, it’s unbelievably loud.

You sigh, lowering your head onto the table, deciding to take a break before the noises drives you insane. You’re entirely too overstimulated, making it impossible to focus on anything.

Your moment of rest is suddenly interrupted by the feeling of someone’s shadow falling over you. You glance up, hesitant—and freeze.

It’s James.

Your heart skips. What was he doing here?

“Hey…” he says softly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Hi.”

That’s all you manage to say. You never thought things could get this awkward between the two of you — and yet, here you are. The silence between you somehow feels louder than the cafe itself.

“I hope you’re doing well,” he says after a moment. “I saw your post on Instagram. In one of the photos, it looked like this café, and I was like — no way, I go there too!” He laughs under his breath, tapping his fingers nervously against his jeans.

“You still look at my Instagram?” you ask, your posture straightening as genuine curiosity spreads across your face.

James smirks, rolling his eyes playfully. “You still look at mine.”

“Okay, well, you’re a celebrity,” you laugh. “kind of hard not to…”

He shrugs. “I guess…”

Another silence falls between you—awkward and heavy. You draw a breath, about to speak, but James beats you to it.

“I miss you.”

He says it like he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. The words hang in the air, soft but sharp, and for a moment, you feel special. It’s comforting to know the feeling was mutual.

You nod slowly, unsure what to say.

“Do you miss me?” James asks, taking a seat across from you.

You shake your head quickly. “I should get going. You probably shouldn’t get too comfortable.”

“I asked if you missed me,” he repeats, his voice quieter now, but firmer.

“I…” You hesitate, searching for the right words. “I do. But… I don’t miss you enough to come back.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. They sound colder than you intended. You watch as his expression changes—hope fading into something sadder.

He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t have to. The silence between you says enough. You both know it—he wants you back more than you want him.

BUT, IF YOU EVER NEED ME

I’LL BE BY YOUR SIDE.

synopsis: Cortis members trying to convince u to take James back.

- cortis is lowkey SO unhelpful in trying to “convince” reader. lmao i’m sorry 😭

authors note: guys I think I like malcolm todd…anyways I should really get back writing actual fics but enjoy this for now! 🥹

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synopsis - martin has obvious crush on you however you’re very clueless

authors note: tbh I think reader most definitely knows but it’s okay😭💔 anyways I love this song and this was so fun to make!! 🥹🥹

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IN WHICH… Martin finally builds up the courage to ask you out on a date!

authors note - this is kind of like friends to lovers but they’re a little bit shy towards each other so acquaintances to lovers ?? 😭 anyways enjoy!

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Martin stared down at his bouquet of flowers. He had decided today was the day he would finally ask you out. he rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans as he looked around for any sight of you.

Martin wasn’t sure how this crush developed but he knew it happened faster than he could process it. Before he knew it, he would catch himself looking over at you whenever he made a joke to see if you’d crack a smile. Or when he’d catch himself thinking of you whenever he listened to sappy love songs. The feeling was all so strange to him. I mean, yeah..he had crushes before but none of them took over his entire brain the way you did.

MONDAY! Martin sat back in his desk as he watched all of his classmates take their seat. It was unusual for you to be late to class. Martin let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding in when he saw you enter class with your head hanging low. You sigh as you sit down next to him and place your belongings down.

“Hey..” He says coming off more shy than he wanted to sound.

“Hi.” You say with a soft smile.

Martin thinks of things he could say to break the weird awkwardness thats in the air. “Turn that frown upside down man.” He says shaking his head and pointer finger dramatically.

“Shut up.” Is all you manage to say, letting out a giggle you tried to contain. “yesterday, I tried studying for the upcoming science exam but not even my notes were helping. I’m so cooked.” You say with a loud sigh as your hands go up to rub your forehead.

“It’s okay! I’ve been told to be great at science..work.” Martin says with an unconvincing tone.

“I’m good, I don’t want BOTH of us to fail.” you say which leads to both of you sharing a laugh.

TUESDAY! Martin left his class and practically ran to find you. Once he did, he slowed his pace down and walked up to you as if nothing had happened.

“What class are you going to?” Martin said in between heavy breaths. Throwing a smug smile at you.

“Are you good?” You stop walking and wait for him to catch his breath. “Didn’t you have gym before this? Whatever we’re doing in there, I do NOT want to do.”

Martin let out a chuckle, finally calming down. “The crazy part is, I didn’t even participate.” He said shrugging and shaking his head. “What class are you going to right now?”

“Gym.” You say looking over at him. “You?”

“Spanish.” He says nodding.

“Isn’t spanish over there?” You say pointing behind you.

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to walk you to class.” Martin says, the last part coming out quieter than he wanted to sound.

“Oh.” Is all you can say before turning your head the other way to hide the blush forming on your face. “That’s nice of you.” You say smiling at him before looking straight ahead.

As you two neared your class, you thanked Martin and said your goodbyes before turning around and leaving.

“Is that the boy, you’re always talking about?” Your friend asks, turning her head around to try to get a good glance at martin.

“Shut up!” you say whisper-shouting, hand coming up to slap your friends shoulder.

Martin couldn’t contain the smile plastered on his face as he walked back to his respective class. He hoped that “the boy” was him and not some other guy. He swears up and down it is him, he just can’t prove it…yet.

WEDNESDAY! School passed by slower than usual, Martin swung his backpack onto his shoulders, looking around for any signs of you. He smiled once he saw you walking towards him. Ever since Tuesday it feels like you’ve been more talkative towards him. This morning, you initiated conversation with him a total of three times! And now youre walking up to him willingly? He’s sure life doesn’t get better than this.

“Hey!” You say grabbing onto the straps of your backpack.

“Oh, hey!” He says. “So how was school?”

“It was okay. Boring but okay.”

Martin smiles. “It felt longer than usual, right?”

“bro yes!” you say nodding.

The door opened and you were hit with the cold breeze. You crossed your arms to try to get any sort of warmth. Martin noticed and contemplated on giving you his sweater.

“Do you wanna wear my sweater?” He finally says, cringing at how unsure of himself he sounded.

“Really?” You say looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Oh shoot, thank you!” you say grabbing the sweater from his hand. “But now youre gonna be cold…”

Martin just shrugs. “It’s alright, a little breeze won’t hurt me.” It so does tho, he can hardly understand how you survived a whole minute without a sweater.

The walk home was filled with Martin making most of the conversation but he didn’t mind. He was content with being able to talk to you for this long, so when you asked him if he wanted to call and maybe study for the upcoming science exam - who was he to say no?

6:30 PM. Martin stares at the new number in his phone. Awaiting for the sound of your voice to come up on the other line. Nothing. Martin decides to try one more time...TWO more times for safe measures. He sighs before pressing the call button and putting the phone up to his ear. The next try is as unsuccessful as the other. He didn’t know why this whole thing had him so upset. It’s not like he WANTED to study for science but he sure did want to talk to you. Friday was approaching and he stared at his boquete of flowers in the corner of his room. This whole plan to confess his undying love for you felt useless if you clearly didnt reciprocate those feelings.

THURSDAY! You watched as Martin took his seat next to you. A frown evident on his face. You knew why.

“Listen, Im sorry!” You say, immediately folding under no pressure. “I was looking forward to studying with you but I just ended up accidentally taking a nap. I’m really really sorry! And now we’re both going to actually fail the science exam because of me.” you take Martins sweater from your lap and give it to him with your head hung low.

Martin thought it was funny that the reason you thought he was upset was because he wanted to study for some stupid exam. It made forgiving you so easy. “It’s okay..” he says chuckling. “and keep it. you rock it better than me.” Martin shrugged and watched as you smiled at him.

“True.” You say with a playful eye roll.

“Matter of fact, give me my sweater back!” Martin says teasingly as he puts his hand out.

“I was kidding!” you say laughing.

FRIDAY! so here he was, sitting on the ground and leaning back on someone’s locker, bouquet in hand, outside of your class. he wasn’t sure if skipping class for this would be worth it if you said no but he’d find out soon.

meanwhile inside of your class you chat with your friend about all the interactions you and martin have ever had, analyzing every little thing.

your friend looked unamused as she watched you go on and on. “You know who you’re kind of sounding like right now? that one girl who fell in love with her psychiatrist.”

You gasp. “I’m not crazy tho! This is real to me..” you say placing your hands on your heart dramatically. “he wants me so bad..” you say shrugging, laughing as you see your friend give you a playful glare.

You two watch as the teacher calls out student names and gives them heart shaped candy lollipops to students whose friend or partner bought for them. Your name gets called out and you walk over to the teacher to grab it from her, you walk back to your friend and mouth the word thank you to her.

“I didn’t give you that flavor..” she says squinting, taking the lollipop from your hand and flipping the note over to see who got it. her eyes widen. “maybe he does want you.”

“what!” you say, immediately snatching the lollipop from her hand. your hand comes up to your mouth as you read what it says,

FROM: MARTIN

P.S: meet me when class is over !!!

you resist the urge to leap out of your seat and start celebrating. “I knew I wasn’t crazy..” you say grabbing your friend’s shoulders and shaking them.

you check the time to see that theres five minutes left until it’s time to go home.

you rush out to grab all your belongings, making an effort to be last just in case he does some big surprise on you. you immediately see him waiting for you at the door with his hands behind his back. you wait for him to say something but he can hardly even think now that the moment hes been waiting for is finally happening.

“So..uhh..” he says coughing. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date..or like somewhere to eat..” he says, revealing the flowers he had behind him and taking out a sealed envelope.

“Yeah! Sure! I would love to!” you say smiling from ear to ear as you take the belongings from out his hand and hug him.

Martin can hardly believe this is actually happening, he hugs you back even tighter with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

maybe skipping class for this wasn’t so bad after all.

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