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SYNOPSIS: James comes home tired and clingy… until he notices something on your neck. Little does he know, it's a prank.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: helloooo! this was requested by an anon(tysm btw!) hope u guys enjoy!
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You hear him before you see him. The soft click of the door, the quiet shuffle of shoes, the familiar sigh he always lets out because he's relieved he's home.
You're cooking when his arms slide around your waist from behind.
"Hi love," he murmurs, voice warm and tired.
You lean back into him "Hi."
He rests his chin on your shoulder, gently swaying you side to side. He always gets clingy after long days.
He starts to kiss your cheek. then your jaw. then the side of your neck.
then he stops.
his hands tighten slightly around your waist.
"..what's that?" he asks quietly.
you keep chopping the vegtables. "what's what?"
he doesn't answer right away. you feel him shift, trying to get a better look at the faint mark you blended onto your skin. his breath catches a little.
"did you.. hurt yourself?" he asks, voice loe. "or.. is that from someone?"
he says it gently, like he's afraid of what you might say.
you turn to face him. his expression is calm, but his eyes are searching yours, steady and serious.
'it's nothing," you say.
he reaches up and lightly grabs your jaw, brushing his thumb over the mark. his touch is light, almost hesitant.
"it doesn't look like nothing," he says softly.
his thumb stays on the mark, barely touching it, like as if he's afraid that if he touches it one of his worst fears would come true.
"did anyone come over when i was gone?"
you hum, keeping your face neutral. "no?"
he goes still, "are you sure, you know if someone touched you like that.. i'd wanna know."
you swallow a laugh "why?"
he hesitates, only for a second, "because i care, and i would want to know if my partner was cheating on me."
"james im not," you say, turning back to the counter.
he watches you for a moment. then steps closer, his hand resting lightly on your hip.
"okay," he says quietly. "i trust you"
you hear the tiniest bit of uncertainty in his voice.
he kisses your cheek again, but its a bit different, as if he's reassuring himself you're still his.
then he burshes your hair aside to look at the mark again.
his thumb presses a little more firmly.
it smudges.
he freezes.
"..wait."
uh oh.
you bite your lip, trying not to laugh.
he wipes his finger across the mark. it fades.
he stares at his thumb, then at your neck, then at you.
"you've gotta be kidding me," he whispers
you grin. "surprise!"
James closes his eyes, smiling as he lets out the a soft exhausted laugh.
"i was actually worried," he mutters, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. "you're evil."
you turn to face him. "you fell for it."
he lifts his head, cheeks warm and eyes soft.
"well yeah, it looked real!"
you smile. "guess that means i should be a makeup artist huh?"
he hums, brushing your hair back again, thumb tracing the now faded spot.
"you know.. if you ever want something like that," he says, voice low but gentle, "you don't need makeup."
you raise a brow. "oh?"
he trails slow kisses down you neck. "yeah, i can give you one." he murmurs against your skin, "or more than one."
hellooooo can u do smth keonho x intern editor reader who is a part of cortis's editorial team so she doesn't really see cortis in person cuz obv her work doesn't need in person interaction BUTTT this time shes working w the production team for 'experience' for the green green album [ik a 17 cant be working at companies so ig gotta make her 19? 20? cuz shes an intern]
OK i've already written a lot of oddly specific bs soo basically keonho having a crush on her and trynna act cool but hes doesnt know that she sees his goofy ahh when she edits them
totally upto u if u wanna write it n im sorry if the dynamic is weird, u TOTALLY dont hv to do this
hihi! tysm for this request! sorry i took FOREVER, i've been pretty busy.. ;(
WARNINGS: none, just mutual embarrassment and awkward cuteness (also not proofread, and i think there might be typos)
SYNOPSIS: You’re an intern editor who usually works behind the scenes.. until you’re suddenly assigned to the production team. Keonho tries to act cool around you, not knowing you’ve seen every goofy moment he’s ever made on camera.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hiiii! here’s a keonho fluff thingy where he has a crush on u! this was requested by an anon(tysm for this aa i love writing ittt!) enjoy everyone!
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You weren’t that nervous about the rotation week.
after all, you’d been editing the boys for months. hours of footage, retakes, bloopers, mic tests, and the occasional moments where some of then did cringy things that you had to pause the video and rethink your life.
you knew them better than they knew you. or.. atleast you knew their unedited selves.
stepping into the production studio for the first time still made your stomach flip. It was loud, busy, full of staff moving equipment and adjusting lights. You were supposed to “observe,” but you already felt out of place.
Then Keonho walked in.. or seonghyeon. even though you've edited them for months, you still can't tell them apart.
whoever it was, the spotted you instantly. you watched his posture change faster than you could finally figure out it was Keonho. His shoulders went back, his hands in pockets, expression suddenly neutral, almost bored. Trying so hard to look nonchalant.
“Uh- hi,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “You’re… the editor intern, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I’m just here for the week though.”
“Oh.” He nodded back, too quickly. “Cool. That’s.. cool.”
He leaned against a table. The table rolleda nd he almost went with it.
You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing.
He cleared his throat, pretending nothing happened. “So, uh.. you edit our stuff?”
"most of it," you said. "especially the behind-the-scenes."
His face went red.
Like as if he suddenly remembered every embarrasing thing he's ever done in front of a camera.
"Oh," he said, quietly. "So you've.. seen seen things."
You smiled. "A few."
He looked away, his ears turning pink. "Right. Yeah. Even the things I do.." he mutters, almost as if he's talking to himself (he's not cs u can hear him loud and clear)
You didn't mean to tease him, but it slipped out. "The wink you tried to do during the REDRED practice choreo was.. something."
His head snapped toward you. "YOU SAW THAT?"
"I edited it."
He covered his face with both hands. "Nooo. Please forgive me noona."
You huffed a laugh, and he peeked thorugh his fingers, eyes bright but still mortified.
He then dropped his hands, straightened up. "Well," he said, his voice soft, "I guess it's nice to meet you in person."
You felt your cheeks warm. "You too."
He smiled, a real one, not the cool act.
As he leaves and waves goodbye to you, you realize that he wasn't embarrased you'd seen him and his stupid antics.
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WARNINGS: mentions of freezing, hyeon being completely whipped for you, no capitalization cs i didn't wanna do it.
SYNOPSIS: A late-night schedule leaves you shivering outside the building. Seonghyeon notices immediately and wordlessly drapes his jacket over your shoulders, pulling you closer when you try to give it back. He’s warm, steady, and way too good at pretending he’s not freezing without it.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: guys i'm not locked in at all. forgive me and enjoy this fluffy seonghyeon moment cs all my past posts have been him as a lil rude 😅.. (js a lil)
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your schedule ends way later than it should’ve. the hallway inside the building is warm, but the second you step outside, the cold hits you like a slap.
u wrap your arms around yourself, trying to amke urself look normal even though you’re definitely shivering. the night air is sharp, practically biting at your skin, and you instantly regret not bringing a thicker jacket.
cortis walks out behind you, keonho talking about food, james yawning dramatically, martin stretching his arms, juhoon quietly scrolling on his phone, and seonghyeon… watching you.
he notices immediately.
you don’t even hear him walk over, you just feel something heavy settle around your shoulders. his jacket. warm from his body heat.
you blink, looking up at him. “seonghyeon, you don’t have to-"
he shakes his head before you can finish.
“shut up and keep it,” he murmurs, voice low. “you’re freezing.”
you try to give the jacket back, but he gently pushes your hands away, pulling the fabric tighter around you. he steps closer, close enough that your arms brush.
“you’re gonna get cold,” you argue softly.
“i’m fine.”
he absolutely is NOT. he's wearing a thin t-shirt and the wind is directly hitting him. somehow he doesn't even flinch. (is this dude elsa?) He just keeps adjusting the jacket on your shoulders.
martin glances over and snorts. "dude, you're literally shaking."
"no i'm not," seonghyeon says, clearly lying.
juhoon hufs a laugh. "he's gonna get sick."
you stare at seonghyeon, "he's right, you're freezing."
"nope."
"seonghyeon."
he sighs, finally giving in. "okay.. maybe a little."
you laugh softly, and he slips an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.
“better?” he asks quietly.
you nod, leaning into him. “yeah.”
he relaxes a little, chin dipping toward your hair. “good. stay close.”
behind you guys, keonho whispers loudly, “he’s so whipped.”
james elbows him. “let them be.”
seonghyeon ignores them, keeping you tucked against him, jacket wrapped around your shoulders, hand warm on your waist.
“next time,” he mutters, “bring a jacket.”
you laugh. “next time, don’t give me yours.”
he looks down at you, eyes warm. “i’m always gonna give you mine.”
WARNINGS: mild jealousy, a lil suggestive, mentions of people being flirty, mentions of illit & cortis (obviously), mentions of katseye, protective behavior, typos, not proof read
SUMMARY: Someone flirts with you at a event, and Juhoon doesn’t say a word. he jswatches, unreadable, until the moment you’re alone. He’s not dramatic, not loud, just quietly jealous in a way that makes your heart race.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I feel like quiet jealousy suits this "nonchalant" guy alot so i wrote it. also theme is four leaf clovers bc im so lucky to have u guys as my fans!
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you're at a hybe event with your members. just doing what you usually do at these types of events, standing around, talking to staff and other group members, and pretending you aren't tired.
minju, moka, yunah, wonhee, you, and iroha stand in a little area trying to look normal while cameras flash every two minutes.
minju's beside you fixing her lip gloss in a little mirror she carries around, moka's looking at everyone's outfits, yunah and wonhee are looking around, nudging you everytime they see someone they recognize, and iroha is smiling at staff, bowing politely at some.
you're talking with them, laughing at something minju said, when a guy from another group walks over.
he compliments your outfit, asks about your group's comeback, leans in a little when he talks.
Behind you, the girls quietly talk about the guy.
yunah leans towards moka, whipsering, "is it just me or is he completely into her?"
moka nods, "he's totally trying to flirt with her."
minju glances between you and the guy, "ohhh juhoon's gonna hate this."
iroha and wonhee try not to laugh, covering their mouths with their hands.
They speak pretty quietly, quiet enough that the guy doesn't hear, but loud enough that you catch bits of their conversation.
across the room cortis is sititng with their staff. martin is interacting with some people from other groups, james is talking to some staff, keonho and seonghyeon are talking about something stupid until they notice juhoon isn't responding.
he's staring directly at you and the guy, jaw clenched tight with an unreadable focused look.
keonho follows his gaze and huffs a laugh. "that's what you've been focused on this whole time?"
seonghyeon leans over, wondering what keonho is on about, he whispers, "i think he's trying to take her from you."
juhoon doesn't react or look away, he keeps watching you, tapping his fingers against his knee.
keonho nudges him, "hyung, go get her or something."
"i'm fine," juhoon mutters.
he is NOT fine.
when the guy laughs at something you say, getting a litle too comfortable, juhoon finally stands up. keonho and seonghyeon exchange looks, smirking at eachother.
he's about to walk toward you when james steps in front of him.
"hey, did you see daniela's eyebrows? I think she bleached them, they look pretty cool-"
james keeps talking.
juhoon's jaw flexes. he nod's politely but he's not listening to a word james says, his eyes keep flicking past him toward you.
keonho bites back a laugh. "hyung, he's trying to leave."
seonghyeon adds, "yeah, you should move before he snaps."
james finally notices juhoon's expression and steps aside.
"uh.. go ahead?"
juhoon doesn't waste a second.
he appproaches quietly, hands in his pocket. he doesn't interrupt, he just stops and stands beside you, close enough that you feel the shift in the air.
the guy looks up, a bit suprised. "oh hey, dude."
juhhon nods once, barely looking at him as his eyes flick to you. "we need to go," he says softly but firmly, hand brushing your arm.
the guy straightens a little, confused. "uh.. we were talking."
juhoon's expression doesn't change. "i know."
the guy blinks, clearly thrown off. he doesn't know you two are dating. to him, juhoon is just some random idol who walked up and is now pulling you away.
"you know it's kinda rude to just-"
juhoon would cut him off, "she's needed."
the guy blinks. "needed.. by who?"
juhoon doesn't answer immediately. there's this tiny shift in his expression, he seems more irritated considering the guy is testing his paitence.
you feel it more than you see it.
yunah whispers to minju, "oh my gosh he's actually jealous."
the guy looks between you two, still confused. "i mean if it's for staff or something, i can let her go. but you kinda just walked up and snatched her away like you own her."
you try to deescalate the situation, "we should go."
the guy would open his mouth to say something, but quickly close it and back off because juhoon's glare leaves no room for any argument
"oh. ok sorry, see you around y/n," he says, returning to his members.
the girls watch from behind you, trying not to laugh.
juhoon gently guides you away, his hand light on your arm. you and juhoon stop near a quiet corner, away from the crowds and your members. his hand slips off your arm.
he doesn't say anything at first, he just looks at you.
you raise a brow. "what?"
juhoon exhales through his nose, "nothing." he mutters
you tilt your head. "you sure?"
he looks away, like he's trying to calm down or something, then back at you.
"he was standing too close," he says quietly.
you blink. "he was just talking to me."
"he wasn't just talking."
you smirk, trying to hold back your laughter. "you're jealous."
"im not jealous," he mutters.
you stare at him.
he stares back.
he's absolutely jealous.
on other sides of the room, both your groups are watching you guys.
you step a little closer, nudging his shoulder lightly. "you didn't have to pull me away like that you know."
"he was flirting."
"and?"
his eyebrows pull together (just slughtly), showing the smallest hint of irritation.
"and i didn't like it." his voice drops at the end, becoming softer, almost embarrased.
you bite back a smile. “you could’ve just said something.”
“i did.”
“no, you walked over and kidnapped me.”
juhoon looks away, ears turning a little red.
“i didn’t kidnap you.”
“you kinda did.”
he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just.. didn’t want him near you.”
you blink, surprised at how blunt that was.
he meets your eyes again, expression finally softening.
“is that.. bad?” he asks quietly.
you shake your head. “no. it’s not bad.”
juhoon relaxes a little, shoulders dropping.
from behind you, yunah whispers loudly, “OH MY GOD THEY’RE SO CUTE.”
minju shushes her, but she’s smiling.
keonho calls out from across the room, “hyung, you owe us ten bucks! we bet you’d get jealous!”
juhoon shoots him a look that makes seonghyeon burst out laughing.
you nudge juhoon again, grinning. “you’re really not subtle.”
he rolls his eyes, but there’s a tiny smile tugging at his lips.
he pulls you closer towards him, eventually in a hug. "stay with me."
WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, overstimulation, clinginess, physical affection, protective behavior, slight soft posessiveness, overworking, idol schedules, not proof read, typos.
SYNOPSIS: Little things about being Juhoon’s partner!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: i wrote this while being extremely sleepy, and it's not proof read or anything. so ignore all my typos, spelling mistaeks, and other things. also enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs are appreciated, but reposting is not allowed. this is a work of fiction. All characters are based on public personas only, nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior.
P.S: let this NOT awaken any dirty minds.
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• he notices everything.
like.. everything. you think you hide ur emotions well? no you don’t. not from him.
your breathing changes? he looks up. your hands fidget? he moves closer. your smile drops for half a second? he’s already asking what’s wrong.
• he’s the “quiet but protective” type.
someone makes you uncomfortable at an event? he doesn’t say anything, he just steps closer, hand on your back, eyes sharp.
he gives the softest, warmest hugs.
the kind that make you melt instantly. arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder, slow swaying. he hugs like he’s trying to recharge.
he sometimes gets clingy, but its mostly in private.
He'll do things like sitting next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist while you’re cooking, or fall asleep on your chest without meaning to.
he loves when you play with his hair, fingers, or basically js touch him.
he's so gentle with you it's wild.
he loves to touch ur face, kiss your forehead when you're tired, and hold your hand so tight like he's afraid to lose you.
he remembers the smallest details.
ur fav snack? memorized.
how u like ur tea/coffe? written down in his notes
how you act when you "aren't upset", he basically knows you better than you know yourself
he loves to send u random photos,
pics of Choco, pics of him, things that remind him of u.
you love and cherish each and every one of them
he's not big on PDA, but still likes to touch u somehow.
a hand on your back, holding your hand, hand resting on your thigh, etc.
he checks in on you constantly.
"did you eat?"
"did you rest?"
"lmk when you get home."
"text me when u wake up pls."
he gets jealous quietly,
instead of making a scene, he just holds your hand tighter, moves a lil closer, and looks uninterested in the conversation you're having with this other person. (he's listening to every word but its alr)
his nonchalantness makes it very good at helping you calm down.
he's surprisingly good at balancing idol life and hanging with you.
like he's obviously busy but never makes u feel like you're always waiting on him.
he texts you between rehearsals, send you voice notes when he's tired, or call you at night even if he's on the verge of sleep.(like me rn)
he loves to tell you about his day.
"practice was fine."
then about 10 minutes later..
"oh yeah, seonghyeon kept messing up the choreo today, i don't know what he was on."
he LOVES when you visit him at work, especially the practice room.
he won't show it, (or u don't notice) but he works 10 times harder when you're there.
he'd do things like repeatedly glancing at you, fixing his hair way more than usual, and trying to look all nonchalant.
his members call him out almost every time.
he sends you unreleased song clips, like 3 seconds of a melody
"don't show anyone lol."
he trusts you more than anyone
sometimes you feel like a distraction. he hates that, literally looks at you like tf?
"you're not a distraction. i love having you around."
he sometimes gets nervous before big performances or events and usually ony tells you.
while everyone else thinks he's calm, he'll text you
"im kinda nervous"
you'll hype him up, and suddenly he's fine again
he loves keeping randoms pictures of you in his wallet, phone case, or just in his pocket.
it's like carrying a little part of you with him when you aren't there.
overall, juhoon's the best bf u could ask for. he doesn't try to hard or make it complicated. being with him feels calm & safe, which is why you(WE) love him.
SYNOPSIS: After walking out and saying things they shouldn't have said. He finally breaks.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: FINALLLLLYLYYYYY! EVB CHEER, I DID IT! IT TOOK ME DAYSSS BUT I DID IT! THESE TWO R SEONGHYEON'S N KEONHOE'S PARTS BC THEY WERE SO RUDE IN PT 2(go read it and pt 1 if u haven't) ALSO GUYS TYSM FOR 5K LIKES OMG IM SO HAPPY RN. THATS THE MAIN REASON WHY I DECIDED TO LOCK IN AND FINISH IT. (also this is the last part of this series)
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SEONGHYEON
He doesn’t sleep.
Not even a little.
He lies awake staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment he snapped:
“When the fuck are you not?!”
He hears it over and over. He sees your face when he said it. He feels the way the air left the room.
By morning, he feels sick.
He tries to distract himself. Cleans the kitchen, showers twice, opens his laptop, closes it again, but everything reminds him of you.
Every quiet moment feels like punishment.
By noon, he’s pacing. By 2pm, he’s sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. By 4pm, he’s at your door.
He knocks like he’s scared you’ll answer.
When you open the door, he looks like he hasn’t slept. Eyes red. Jaw tight. Shoulders tense.
“Can we talk?” he asks.
You don’t move. You don’t smile. You don’t soften.
“Talk,” you say flatly.
He swallows. “Inside.”
“No. Say it here.”
He freezes, because you’ve never denied him space before.
He nods slowly, accepting it.
“I fucked up,” he says quietly. “Badly.”
You raise a brow. “Yeah. No shit.”
He flinches, but he doesn’t look away.
“I shouldn’t have said any of that. I shouldn’t have walked out. I shouldn’t have-” His voice cracks. “I shouldn’t have made you feel like you were… too much.”
You cross your arms. “You didn’t just make me feel that way. You said it.”
He nods. “I know.”
“And you didn’t apologize. You just left.”
“I know.”
“And then you came back and made it worse.”
He closes his eyes. “I know.”
You stare at him. “So why are you here now?”
He hesitates, then finally breaks.
“Because I can’t fucking stand the way I left things,” he says, voice shaking. “Because I hurt you and I hate myself for it. Because I’ve been sitting in my room replaying every word I said and wanting to rip my own fucking tongue out.”
You blink — because Seonghyeon never talks like this.
He steps closer, but not too close.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he says. “I don’t deserve that yet. I just… needed you to know I’m sorry. Really fucking sorry.”
You look at him for a long moment.
“I’m not ready to forgive you,” you say.
He nods immediately. “I know.”
“And I don’t trust you not to do it again.”
His voice drops to a whisper. “I know.”
“And I’m still hurt.”
He looks like he’s about to cry. “I know.”
You exhale.
“But I’m listening.”
His shoulders drop relief, guilt, everything all at once gone
You open your arms, inviting him to hug you.
After all, you both need it.
KEONHO
He pretends he’s fine.
He goes to practice. He jokes with the members. He dances until his legs shake.
But every time he stops moving, the silence hits him like a punch.
He keeps hearing your voice:
“That wasn’t an apology.”
“Then don’t take it.”
He hates how cold he sounded. He hates how he walked away. He hates how he made you look at him like that.
By the time practice ends, he’s pacing the hallway, running a hand through his hair, muttering to himself.
“Stupid. Why did I say that. Why didn’t I just- fuck.”
He ends up outside your dorm without even realizing he walked there.
He doesn’t knock softly.
He bangs on your door like he’s pissed.
When you open it, he’s pacing the hallway, hair a mess, breathing hard.
“Okay,” he says, pointing at you. “We’re talking.”
You raise a brow. “The fuck we are not. You don’t get to demand shit.”
He freezes. Then drops his hand.
“Right,” he mutters. “Yeah. Okay.”
He steps inside when you move, barely, and immediately starts rambling.
“I fucked up,” he says. “I know I fucked up. I know I sounded like a dick. I know I walked out like an asshole. I know.”
You cross your arms. “Then why did you do it?”
“Because I’m fucking stupid!” he snaps (at himself.) “Because I was stressed and tired and pissed and you walked in and I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have and I know that.”
You blink, because Keonho never admits stuff this fast.
He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“I’m not good at apologizing,” he mutters. “I’m not good at… feelings. Or talking. Or- fuck, I don’t know.”
“That’s not my problem,” you say.
He groans in frustration.
“You hurt me.”
“I know.”
“You made me feel like I was annoying you.”
He winces. “I know.”
“And then you gave me the shittiest apology I’ve ever heard.”
He groans. “I KNOW.”
You stare at him. “So why are you here?”
He stops pacing. Looks at you. Really looks.
“Because I care about you,” he says, voice low. “More than I know how to fucking say. And I hate that I made you feel like I didn’t.”
You inhale sharply.
He steps closer, “I’m sorry,” he says again. “Not the lazy bullshit one. The real one. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I hurt you. I shouldn’t have. And I’m gonna do better.”
You look at him for a long moment.
“I’m not forgiving you today,” you say.
He nods instantly. “Yeah. I figured.”
“And I’m still pissed.”
“You should be.”
“And you’re gonna have to prove you mean this.”
He nods again. “I will.”
You sigh.
“But I’m not kicking you out.”
He exhales, “Good,” he mutters. “Because I wasn’t leaving anyway.”
You roll your eyes, but your chest loosens just a little.
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SYNOPSIS: A crowded industry event leaves you overstimulated and struggling to breathe. While Yoonchae and Megan try to help, it gets worse, Juhoon notices instantly, the way your hands tremble, the way your smile falters, and pulls you somewhere quiet before you can fall apart. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t push, just stays with you until your heartbeat settles.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I HAD TO DO JUHOON CS I HAVE NOTHING. GUYS I SWEAR I'LL FINISH THE OTHER SERIES DW.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
MASTERLIST:
The event is loud.
Too loud.
Lights flashing, cameras clicking, people talking over each other, it all blends into one overwhelming blur. You’re smiling, nodding, doing the idol thing, but your hands won’t stop trembling.
“Unnie, are you okay?” Yoonchae’s voice is soft beside you. She notices your fingers shaking around your clutch.
You try to smile. “Yeah, it's just… a lot.”
She nods, rubbing your arm gently. “We can step out if you want.”
You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
But you’re not.
Your chest is tight. Your breathing is uneven. The room feels like it’s shrinking.
Megan glances over mid‑conversation, eyes narrowing when she sees your expression. She excuses herself immediately and walks over.
“Y/N,” she says quietly, “you’re not okay.”
You swallow hard. “I just need a second.”
Megan looks at Yoonchae, worried andunsure, then back at you. “Do you want me to get someone?”
You shake your head again, but your hands tremble harder.
That’s when Megan makes the decision for you.
“I’m getting Juhoon.”
“Megan-”
But she’s already gone, weaving through the crowd with purpose.
Yoonchae stays with you, rubbing your back in slow circles. “It’s okay. Just breathe. Megan will be back soon.”
You try. You really do. But the noise keeps getting louder, and your vision blurs at the edges.
Then-
“Y/N?”
His voice cuts through everything.
Juhoon appears beside you, breath slightly uneven like he rushed. Megan stands behind him, worried.
He takes one look at you. Your shaking hands, your unfocused eyes, and his whole expression softens with concern.
He steps closer immediately. “Hey. Look at me.”
You try, but your chest is too tight.
He gently takes your wrist, grounding you with his warmth. “You’re shaking,” he whispers. “Come here.”
He doesn’t wait for permission. But he moves slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. You don’t.
He guides you through the crowd, shielding you with his body, one hand hovering protectively at your back. Yoonchae and Megan watch you go, relieved.
Juhoon finds a quiet hallway behind the venue, dim and empty. The second the door closes, your breath stutters.
He turns to you instantly. “Hey, hey.. it’s okay.” His voice is so soft it almost breaks you.
He cups your arms lightly. “Breathe with me, okay?”
You nod, even though your throat feels tight.
He inhales slowly, waiting for you to follow. You try. It’s shaky, but you try.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You’re doing good.”
Your eyes sting. “Sorry- I just- it got too much.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” he says instantly.
He pulls you into his chest. Slow and careful, you melt into him, gripping the back of his jacket like it’s the only solid thing in the world.
His hand rubs slow circles on your back. “You’re okay,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
Your breathing finally starts to steady.
After a moment, he speaks again, voice barely above a whisper. “I saw your hands shaking from across the room.”
You let out a weak laugh. “That obvious?”
“Only to me,” he says, smiling softly into your hair. “I always notice you.”
Your heartbeat settles fully for the first time all night.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, brushing a thumb under your eye. “You okay now?”
You nod. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”
He exhales, relieved. “Good. I was… worried.”
You smile. “I know.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, gentle as ever. “Next time, just come find me. You don’t have to go through that alone.”
You lean into his touch. “I wasn’t alone.”
His cheeks flush, just a little, but he doesn’t look away.
“Stay with me a bit longer?” he asks quietly.
You nod, and he pulls you back into his arms, holding you like you’re something fragile and precious.
And for the first time all night, you can breathe.
୨୧ genre fluff, humor, established relationship, slice of life
✿ includes black!reader, beauty supply store date, keonho’s first beauty supply trip, lots of questions,, keonho paying for everything, lots of kisses & soft moments.
✎ summary
What was supposed to be a quick trip to the beauty supply store turns into an entire date after Keonho insists on tagging along. Between asking a million questions, recommending hairstyles, and secretly tossing random things into the cart, you quickly realize he isn’t leaving empty-handed… especially after you make him pay for all the damage.
A/N:im back lovely’s!! Sorry guyos..🥹 my phone broke for like months and when I got it fix I lost motivation for awhile!
Feedback &reblogs appreciated!!
You were already halfway out the door, keys in hand, when Keonho suddenly popped up behind you.
“Can I come with you?”
You paused, turning to look at him. “No, babe. What do you need to come to the hair store for?”
He immediately started pouting, bottom lip out, big doe eyes activated. You tried to stay strong for all of five seconds before sighing. “Fine. Come on.”
The whole drive there he kept asking the dumbest questions. “Why do they sell so many different colors of hair?” “Do you really need that much hair?” “What’s the difference between yaki and deep wave?” “Is the lady on the front of the package the one who owns the store?” You were laughing so hard by the time you pulled into the parking lot that your cheeks hurt.
You’d only planned to run in and out the beauty supply real quick. Grab the bundles for your appointment tomorrow, maybe some edge control if they had your usual, and bounce. But the second you stepped inside, Keonho’s head was on swivel. The bright lights, the rows and rows of colorful products, the walls lined with hair packages — it was like he’d entered another planet. He stayed glued to your side, one hand lightly on your waist while the other kept drifting toward things that had no business in your cart.
“Keonho,” you warned softly when he dropped a random glittery lip gloss into the basket.
“It’s sparkly like you,” he said innocently, already reaching for something else.
You stopped in the middle of the aisle. “This store is expensive, babe. I am not paying for all this random stuff you’re collecting like Pokémon cards.”
He just grinned that sweet, mischievous smile and kissed your temple. “I’ll carry it.”
You sighed, but your heart did that annoying fluttery thing it always does when he’s being soft and clingy.
As you moved through the aisles, he kept pointing at the mannequin heads and different bundles.
“You should do this one next time,” he said, holding up a pack of deep wave. “It’ll look really pretty when you put it half up. Or maybe the curly one? The one that bounces when you walk.” He demonstrated by shaking his head, making you burst out laughing.
“Boy, you don’t even know what half these terms mean.”
“I’m learning,” he said seriously, like he was taking notes in his head. “For you.”
You melted a little.
He kept tossing random things in when he thought you weren’t looking: a cute satin bonnet with stars on it (“for your curls”), some fancy shea butter (“your skin always smells so good when you use this”), even a pack of colorful claw clips. Every time you side-eyed him, he’d just pull you closer and press a kiss to your cheek or your shoulder, mumbling, “Let me spoil you.”
At one point you paused near the front door and pointed at the wall of printed photos.
“See those?” you said, trying to keep a straight face. “Those are the people who tried to steal. They put their pictures right on the door as a warning. So don’t get any ideas, mister.”
Keonho’s eyes went wide for a second before he realized you were joking. He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “I would never. I’m a good boyfriend. I pay for things.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh you’re paying for everything today, trust.”
He didn’t even argue. Just kept following you around, asking a million questions about everything he saw, recommending hairstyles like he’d suddenly become a YouTube hair guru, and stealing little kisses every chance he got.
By the time you got to the register, the cart was suspiciously full. The total made your eyes water a bit, but Keonho just pulled out his card with zero hesitation, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders while the cashier rang everything up.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” you mumbled against his chest once you were back outside, bags in hand.
He shrugged, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I wanted to. Plus now I know where to take you on dates. Beauty supply store. Very romantic.”
You laughed, leaning into him as you walked to the car. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling down at you, eyes full of that quiet, warm love that always made your stomach flip. “But I’m your ridiculous.”
He opened the car door for you, helping load the bags like the gentleman he was. And as he pulled out of the parking lot, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, you couldn’t help but think that what was supposed to be a quick errand had turned into one of the sweetest, silliest dates you’d had in a while.
WARNINGS: raised voices, petty jealousy, arguments, light cussing, a bit angst, intense & messy kissing
SYNOPSIS: A stupid argument turns into a real one. You’re both stubborn, loud, and refusing to back down... Until James snaps and closes the distance himself.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I swear he’d argue with you just to kiss you harder. this one was fun to write, enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
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It starts stupid.
Like… stupid stupid.
You make one harmless comment about another idol being “pretty good on stage,” and suddenly James is acting like you committed a crime.
“You didn’t have to say it like that,” he mutters, arms crossed so tight it looks uncomfortable.
You blink. “Say what like what?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” you snap. “I literally said he did well. That’s it.”
James scoffs, pacing the practice room like he’s trying not to explode.
“Oh my god,” you groan. “Are you seriously jealous right now?”
“I’m not jealous,” he fires back instantly.
You raise a brow. “Right.”
He stops pacing. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That tone.”
You throw your hands up. “James, you’re being ridiculous!”
“Oh, I’m ridiculous?” he says, voice rising. “You’re the one acting like I’m crazy for not wanting to hear you talk about someone else like that!”
“It wasn’t even praise! It was a statement!”
“You didn’t have to smile like that when you said it.”
You stare at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re-” He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. “You don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me!” you shout, stepping closer. “Because I’m not a fucking mind reader!”
He steps closer too. “You know exactly why it bothered me.”
“No, I don’t!”
“Yes, you do!”
You’re chest‑to‑chest now. Breathing hard. Both too stubborn to back down.
His eyes flick to your mouth. Quick, but obvious. And that’s when it hits you.
This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about him being scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough.
Your voice softens. “James-”
He shakes his head, frustrated. “Just- you don’t understand how it feels when-”
“James.”
He looks at you, eyes sharp, hurt, tense.
And then he snaps.
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
You don’t even have time to react.
He grabs your face and kisses you.
It’s messy. Your back hits the wall softly as he presses forward, not forceful, just desperate to be close. His breath mixes with yours, uneven, warm. His hands slide to your jaw, thumbs brushing your cheeks like he’s grounding himself.
You kiss him back just as hard, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. He exhales against your mouth like he’s been holding his breath for hours.
When he finally pulls back, he’s still close. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing unsteady.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers, voice a little bit rouhg.
“You started it,” you whisper back.
He huffs a tiny laugh, the first one since the fight started.
“I wasn’t jealous,” he lies again, softer this time.
You smile. “Sure.”
He rolls his eyes, but his hands stay on your waist, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“I just…” He swallows. “I don’t like the idea of someone else getting your attention like that.”
You cup his cheek. “You have my attention.”
His eyes soften instantly.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss, slower this time, but still warm, still full of everything he can’t say. “I know.”
WARNINGS: minor injury, blood mentioned, worried James, seriousness, reader being unserious, gentle physical affection, idol schedules mentioned.
SYNOPSIS: You get hurt during practice. Nothing serious, but enough to make James’ heart drop when he finds out. He shows up flustered, breathless, and trying very hard not to sound like he was terrified.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: wrote this thinking about how gentle James would actually be when he’s scared. he tries so hard to act calm but he’s not fooling anyone.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
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Practice had been going fine. Tiring, sweaty, chaotic as usual, until your foot slipped during a turn and you landed wrong. Not dramatic. Not dangerous. Just a sharp sting in your ankle and a very unflattering yelp.
The staff helped you sit down, wrapped it, told you to rest. You insisted you were fine.
…And then someone, you still don’t know who, told James.
Which is why the door to your practice room slammed open like someone kicked it.
“Y/N!-”
He stopped when he saw you sitting on the floor with an ice pack, hair messy, cheeks flushed from dancing.
His chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted the whole way here.
You blinked. “James?”
He walked over fast, not running, but close, dropping to a crouch in front of you.
“What happened?” His voice was calm, but his hands weren’t. They hovered over your ankle, then your knee, then your face, like he didn’t know where to check first.
“I just slipped,” you said. “It’s not bad.”
His jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you call me?”
You stared at him. “James.. it wasn’t serious.”
“That’s not the point.” He finally touched your ankle, gentle like you were made of glass. “You got hurt.”
You laughed softly. “Barely.”
He didn’t laugh back.
Instead, he exhaled shakily, and sat besid you, shoulder pressed to yours.
“I thought—” He stopped, swallowing. “I thought it was worse.”
Your heart softened instantly. James never panicked out loud. He panicked in silence. in the way he showed up breathless, in the way his hands shook just a little.
You nudged him. “Hey. I’m okay.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“You scared me,” he muttered, eyes on your ankle. “I was in the middle of practice and Yoonchae said you fell and I-” He cut himself off again, shaking his head. “I don’t like not knowing.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
He finally looked at you. Really looked at you. His eyes softened instantly.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said quietly. “Just… tell me next time. Please.”
You smiled. “Okay.”
He hesitated, then wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you gently into his side.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Only when I move it.”
“So don’t move it,” he said, dead serious.
You huffed a laugh, “That’s not how bodies work.”
He ignored you, adjusting the ice pack like he was a certified doctor. Then he brushed a strand of hair from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek.
“You really scared me,” he whispered.
You squeezed his hand. “I know.”
He leaned his forehead against yours for a second. Just long enough to breathe you in, then pulled back with a tiny smile.
“Next time you fall,” he said, “I’m carrying you to the hospital.”
“James-”
“No. I’m serious.”
You laughed, and he finally relaxed, shoulders dropping.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re dramatic.”
“And you’re injured,” he shot back. “So I win.”
You nudged him again. “Thank you for coming.”
He looked at you like you’d said something ridiculous.
“Of course I came,” he said softly. “You’re… you.”
Your face warmed instantly.
He smirked. “What? Getting shy?”
“Shut up.”
He kissed your temple. Quick, gentle, and almost shy himself.
He then stood up and offered you his hand.
“Come on,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”
“James, I can walk-”
“Nope.” He pulled you up carefully, and carried you bridal style. “You’re not walking anywhere without me.”
"It's not like you can anyway."
You sighed dramatically, but your fingers tightened around him anyway.
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AUTHORS NOTE: i’ve been wanting to write jealous!james for sooo long omg, so enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
MASTERLIST
He notices EVERYTHING.
You laugh a little too hard at someone’s joke? Someone stands too close? Someone compliments you? His eyes flick over instantly.
He doesn’t interrupt. He just watches. Calm. Polite. But his attention is locked on you like a laser.
His jealousy isn’t messy. It’s controlled. A raised brow. A tiny smirk. A “really?” under his breath.
He’ll slide in next to you casually, like he just happened to be passing by.
“What are you two talking about?”
He knows exactly what you’re talking about.
He stands a little closer than usual. Shoulder brushing yours. Hand hovering near your back. As a little reminder that he still exists.
If someone else is flirting with you, he gets extra polite.
“Oh, that’s nice.” “Cool.” “Interesting.”
His smile does NOT reach his eyes.
When you finally walk away together, he teases you.
"You were enjoying that, weren’t you?”
You say no. He hums like he doesn’t believe you.
But the second you reassure him? Even something small like,
“You’re the only one I want”
He melts n looks away. Tries not to smile too hard.
He’ll bump your shoulder lightly.
“Good. Just making sure.”
Later, when it’s just you two, he gets soft.
“I know I don’t have a reason to be jealous. I just… like you a lot.”
WARNINGS: none! js sum typos, none proof read, and bf behavior that makes u lick ur feet and giggle.
SYNOPSIS: james as ur bf, basically all the ways that show he's hopelessly whipped for u.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I finally wrote something for James! cs I have nothing except the angst series (sorry abt that heh) that I need to finish holy stressed. but don't mind me! u enjoy this! xoxo ola.
MASTERLIST
He’s polite by default: Holds doors, says “after you,” lets you pick the seat. but the second you’re alone? The teasing starts IMMEDIATELY.
Loves making you laugh. If he gets even one giggle out of you, he looks at you with so much love.
He memorizes all your orders, just so he can brag that he remembers.
He acts unbothered but melts when you fix his hair.
He loves when you wear his clothes but will never admit it.
He’s the type to say something sweet just to fluster you.
“You look really good today.”
He’s chaotic in a controlled way. Not loud like. more like:
“I have an idea,” and suddenly you’re both doing something mildly questionable but fun.
He’s observant. Notices when you’re tired, quiet, overwhelmed. He won’t make a big deal out of it. He’ll just sit closer, speak softer, or hand you something you need without asking.
He flirts with you like it’s a sport.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re pretty.”
“I know.”
But when YOU flirt back? He just smiles, and goes for a flirt off. (he always wins)
He’s not clingy, but he likes being near you. Sits next to you even if there’s space.
Leans his shoulder against yours. Plays with your fingers absentmindedly.
He’s protective in a subtle way. Steps slightly in front of you in crowds.
Keeps a hand on your back when guiding you through people. Doesn’t make a show of it, just does it naturally.
When he’s proud of you, he gets quiet. Soft smile. Eyes lingering.
“You did good today.”
He's so chill about you, but the members KNOW he's whipped.
Doesn’t cling to you, but he always ends up standing next to you without realizing.
If Martin teases him about it?
“Bro relax.” (He’s blushing.)
Seonghyeon just watches with that little smile.
Juhoon doesn't rly gaf, you two are friends but like. He don't care abt you like that..😭
Keonho follows you around like a puppy because he thinks you’re cool.
James pretends he’s unbothered but gently pulls you back to his side every time.
If you do something like laugh at one of the members' jokes, he smiles at you, but when you aren't looking. He either side-eyes them or glares at them. (ooo so scarryyy)
He’s the type to brag subtly:
“Yeah she made that.”
“She picked this out.”
“She said I look good today.”
The members are so tired of him.
He tries to keep you from getting hate by his "fans", but also makes sure you never feel like a secret.
Sends you voice notes at 3am after practice:
“I’m tired. Tell me something funny.”
(his raspy tired voice is so hawt)
If he’s on live and someone asks him a question like what's his ideal type, he smiles at his phone like an idiot.
“Someone who… makes me laugh.”
(He’s thinking of you.)
He sends you unreleased songs with:
“Don’t show or tell anyone.”
When he’s stressed,he doesn’t dump it on you. He just calls and sits in silence while listening to you until he feels better(always works!)
If you visit the company building, he walks you in like it’s normal. Staff greet you, almost all of them know you. He pretends it’s no big deal.
He works hard, but he always makes time for you. Even if it’s five minutes between schedules,
"can you call for 5 mins?"
He’s the type to send you a picture of his outfit before a stage and ask:
“Do I look cool?”
(He wants your approval more than the fans’.)
He looks at you like you’re the only calm thing in his life.
He’s your calm chaos, your teasing comfort, and your soft troublemaker.
